so much to pour when you're sad

You just need them to fight for you really. But hey, what's the point? Even if they turned the world upside down, you would still feel as empty as you are, right? You can't help it. The sadness is swallowing you up. No matter how much they tried to build you as a whole again, you would always keep on crumbling down. Without your knowledge, you've let yourself fall so deep down in your own agony, your own sadness. They tried to help. They gave you ropes and ladders, but did you even try to get out? Or are you, in any chance, comfortable in the darkness you've find yourself in? The loneliness, sadness, and tears that always keep you accompany, have you grow fond of them? Have you lost your sanity so much, that you can't differ what you're thinking, what you're feeling, and what makes you, you?

What have taken over your body, that you need every last bit of your breathe to write this out, to spell it to you that what you're doing - or not doing - is pointless, what have taken over your mind, honey, that you're so clouded by the thought of being alone, with all the people surrounding you? What have taken over your heart, my love, that I sees nothing but a gaping hole? 

What have taken over your eyes - my eyes - darling, that even I couldn't see you as a reflection?