Bittersweet

A bittersweet reminder of what could have been,

is what life is now.

I have lost it all, there is nothing left.

All I had and all I was is gone.

I can never get my life back to where it was before. Too much is gone.

Too much is forever gone. My life is blank like an empty book,

And I have to fill it again.

How is that possible? A lifetime of memories are gone, there is no way I can fill it again.

I never thought I would be this unhappy again.

How the hell is it possible to start over, to begin all over again?

It seems impossible.

As a singer sang: Where do I begin to tell the story of my life?