Nothing

In the sorrow's of my
               l
                 i
                   f
                     e,
I drown in my tear's,
surrounded by darkness,
never to get,
               o
                 u
                   t.
How am I supposed,
to act,
around others now
               a
                 d
                   a
                     y
                       s?
Act like I'm filled with,
sorrow?
Or maybe joyful and,
gay,
to hide away,
the sadness,
that dwells inside,
me?
Or perhaps,
               n
                 o
                   t
                     h
                       i
                         n
                           g?
Should I even show,
emotion?
Depression and rage,
dwells inside my
               s
                 o
                   u
                     l.
But at the same,
time,
there is nothing,
inside me.
My heart still,
               b
                 e
                   a
                     t
                       s,
but without,
passion in every
               o
                 n
                   e.
Nothing but,
sadness,
and horror,
in my life.
Tears stain my,
face,
the ground and table,
the key to my,
               s
                 i
                   g
                      h
                        t,
is blocked by them.
There's nothing I can,
do,
just sit in the hole,
that I've been in for
               y
                 e
                   a
                     r
                       s.
There's nothing I can,
do...