Water falling

When you can't think anymore, what is there to think about?
When you can't dream anymore, what is there to dream about?
When you can't hope anymore, there is nothing to hope for.
When all your emotions are crushed. And the only thing that shows is water.
Water that means so much, Coming from the eyes.
No one can understand unless they are in the same state of mind.
When you listen to a sad song, And you think it is about you.
Every sad song. About anyone. And anything. Sometimes you even look for them.
It's amazing that one person can make you feel lifeless. Dead inside.
Like nothing is left. No more reasons to wake up. No one to hug. Not one thing to care about.
Just the end. That you hope is near.
Is that what life is suppose to be?
Or is there an unknown purpose?
How do you find the answers to so many depressing questions?
Who can answer them?
There isn't one fucking thing that matters anymore when you think like this.
That water falls down. Just by thinking. And staring. At nothing.
A wall can really bring out a lot in someone.
It makes you think.
About the worst.
Because sometimes, There is no best.
There is no life. There is no hope.
Not a damn good thought in miles of thoughts, Stretches of blank empty living.
But it's amazing, How in the same empty life, There is a heart.
Filled with so much good from one soul, That is not your own.
The love of another person, Just to show that they care.
Really does save a life.
Saves a heart.
Saves a tear.
And the last thing you want is sympathy.
So who is there to talk to?
Maybe that wall.
Or your notepad on your laptop.
Or the piece of paper under your dresser and the pen in the corner.
Can you explain everything you write?
Are you suppose to?
Such as that other soul, Being the person the kept you alive,
The love of your life.
And the demon underneath the grief, a biological disbelief.
A father causing the pain.
Too bad it never ends.
Or does it?