I feel broken and damaged and weak, All the while so utterly lost, Because I have something so close to my grasp that I smile, and I feel that genuine happiness, only to have it ripped from the grasp I never had. Alas, what is the point of hope when it is destined to tear you down? What is the point of passion, when a single word can burn it away? What is the point to live, when your life is but a math problem never meant to be solved? What is the point of it all, when all I feel is pure fear?