Happiness seems to have escaped me and ran away. There is no returning it, and there is no substitute. It is gone, and I have no way of feeling whole again. I am empty inside. Any light on its way to my heart is choked out by the overwhelming darkness inside. Death seems to be a be a close friend. Gloom is by my side.
My friends are gone from me and my mind is following.
A broken path is before me.
The only option is to go down. There is no end to this road. There is no end to the pain. What am I to do with my brokenness, guilt, and pain? How do I live when death is bliss compared to life.