Not enough tears

There are not enough tears to cry away the pain and anguish I feel. Today has been one of my blackest days yet. I sat in a darkened room for what seemed like hours and just cried with great bitterness and sorrow.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Whoever said "The Lord is close to the broken-hearted" did not have the faintest idea what he was talking about. Either that or he wasn't truly broken-hearted. Or, perhaps he knew a different God than I do.

Life is bitter. I am a barren wasteland.