indeed what is it in our innerselves

A sad journey through life seeking reason and meaning for this existence for what reason am I here?, truly indeed the ink of the pen brings joy to my soul and heart when I release it on paper, the heart is empty and sad seeking a reason to live, for why do I exist shameful it is that I am losing myself, - a dead soul and heart flowing through the Rivers of sorrow-

-loneliness and sadness be with the wretched-.