What can I do with everyone against me?

The emptiness is eating away my soul. The crippling loneliness lays on me like lukewarm water. An entire wave of emptiness floods my soul. Without any way out. Trapped

What can I do with the world against me?

There is no guidebook to light the way in this dreary existence. It is dark and damp. Everything is faded. The disposition of the air is unsaturated and grey. The entire world is tasteless.

What can I do with the universe against me?

Why was I made broken? Doomed to break whoever is around me. Bringing them down with me. Anchoring their ship, but there is no sea floor. The pit is all there is. Destined to continue falling until the anchor is cut off and left to fall alone.