Despair.

the rising darkness fall's upon my broken heart,
creeping through my body like a piece of ugly art,

letting my soul know that I am all alone,
turning my every happiness into a sad hallow stone,

breathing my inner air to come out as dirty smoke,
teasing my inner thoughts as a sort of meaningless joke,

trying to love without the other,
forming the sadness letting it smother,

me ; as I am, me ; as I want to be,
me ; as in making me become what is angry,

wanting to return what was truly lost,
recovering, with having to pay the deadliest cost,

withering without warning,
pain without mourning,

tearing away at what's still there,
thinking to myself that it's not even fair,
no more breathing the happiness air,
no more happiness to make me repair,
being here without being aware,
making me want it, and making me scare.
making me want it, but not even care,
making me have the word that is called ; despair.