Tell me,
Do you feel my pain as I weep desperately in the night? 
Can you taste the salt of my tears as they melt into my pillowcase? 
Where is purpose? I ask as I cling tight to my breath
This is no ache, I am torn apart limb by limb while my heart lay shattered upon the floor.
I've spent a thousand nights longing for a breakthrough in the dark, perhaps a whisper of encouragement to lay my lonesome complaints to rest.  
I dwell in this misery, feeding it to myself before choking on it's sour aftertaste. 
The night is still but I am restless
My bones begin to break under the pressures of this world and all I can do is feel it, take it for what it is and let go.  
I wish I could write this in an ending of hope, but I feel this time that there is none and so with that I close as a tearful travesty instead.