Now there is nothing left...
I have no reason to try.
There is no point to life.

Time and time again...
As the ages pass by.
I stare at the ceiling and wonder why...

I am meant to be alone...
Never to love or be loved again.
Happiness will never be the same.

I am tormented by her...
She was where I found my happiness.
Her love was where I found pure bliss...

Now all I see is darkness...
Black and claustriphobic...
Dark and catastrophic...