Despair
 

why don't you tell me what you dont say
how do you hear me when im away
how can i trust or buy
every single one of your lies
I'm so lost without you
I must find life anew
I will surely end myself
to find myself
in the place of no hope
there will be no one to cope
in this gnashing of teeth
a bitter end of grief

Ockham, I don't like what you are saying here, but I like the way you said it. I've been there, hope you're not.