How

“Blame it on the weather, but my life is a mess” isn’t that the line to start. Isn’t it amazing how quickly our lives can change, how you can go from being absolutely captivated, to being unbelievably forlorn. How is it people tell us they love us then they leave us, is it just me or is there a greater lack of understanding, at the meaning of the word “Love”. How can five little words in and of themselves unimportant, devastate a life? How can such simple words make a person seriously consider ending their life? How can a person be able to tolerate this much pain? How do we go on when we lost the meaning for our existence? How do you go on? How do you smile when, your heart is so wrenched, how do you stifle the tears? How do you enjoy what life you have remaining, when no joy permeates your mangled soul, when you don’t feel like you have a life left, you feel devoid of meaning? How is it alcohol, drugs, sex, they never seem to ease the pain, but for the briefest moments? How do you escape or deal with something that never seems to end? How is it two emotions, that couldn’t be further from each other cause so many of the same concepts? How is it you can go from being so in love that you couldn’t imagine being able to explain the strength of it, to in so much pain that you couldn’t begin to explain it well enough.