& now i dont even know where to go

when a heart feels as empty as mine..where does one go
when a soul feels as as drained as mine where does ones sanity disappear to
how does one live in their skin knowing their the reason for their own unhappiness
how does one allow self inflected tears to drown them into misery
in which path do i follow when the path i drew for myself got me this lost , & it seems that there's no way out
how do i manage to breathe without every beat erupting with red rivers of sorrow & remorse
how is on suppose to love when seems like a mirage
who me hopeless? yes
who me pathetic? of course
who me depressed? without a doubt
whats left of my heart is not even to be describe as such, rather as a vein
a piece of something immature, undeveloped, deprived of nurture, ...nothing
time is the ultimate healing power & i humbly accept me defeat
to hopefully face my enemy, & stop this on going war
with love, with you, with myself