Why does it have to be this way

Why does it have to be this way?
I think I'm going blind
Pupils grey with sorrow
An inconsistant kind
Of sadness being alone
A set of gloves sit next to be
All soaked in my own blood
I try to blank out your picture but nothing takes my mind away
All I see is your smile
The one that makes me tremble
The one that puts me together
The one that rips me apart
My eyes glaze over
When I see yours glisten
Everyone tells me don't
But I won't listen
I can't
I won't
I see a shroud of darkness
lit up around you
and as the shroud of dark lifts
I see him.
Why does it have to be this way?