Gone, gone, gone.
My happiness has vanished,
and my ability to feel is no more.
Well you're already half way out the door,
and you're the reason they left.
Why, oh why, do I fight it,
that life jacket of apathy,
which promises to shield me from the hurt,
when the hurt I feel threatens to drown me?
Hopelessly I'll kick,
and fight these swirling black waters,
until I admit defeat,
and strap on my only hopeless hope.