at the end of my rope
I've been sitting here for hours and hours trying to think of something to say or describe how I feel. I feel empty. Completely empty. I feel like everything is gone, there is nothing left. I don't know which way to turn, what to do, who to talk to, what to say. I don't even know what question to ask or how to put a point to my ramblings. I just don't know how much longer I can keep doing this, this nothingness, this emptiness, this void. I suppose I should want to ask for help. I don't know how or why I should. There is nothing left, nothing more, nothing good. Days tick by like hours on the clock, daylight becomes darnkess and darkness is long and cold and empty and nothing. There is no reason. There is no light.