Gone, gone, gone.
My happiness has vanished,
and my ability to feel is no more.

And you?
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.