What pain is this?

What pain is this?
When tears flow an endless river that never dries,

While this soul pretends to cry,
it cries because of this lingering hopelessness that is unshaken,

A wavering feeling that cascades over this canvas that is my arching heart,

Without a doubt it is clearly spoken

That rivers of blood shall flow from his eyes because his tears have gone,

No words can explain this frightful feeling that sets over this sunshine state,

No creation can capture this,

Such as the creeping solitude of darkness that forever promises to swallow all the light,

The river made of tears that let go of unspoken horrors

Feelings and pain that no time can truly heal,

Every passing minute promises to shed some light on things unknown,

This inkling feeling of horrific nightmares

That forever push and pull the sense of self in directions unknown,

This heart forever bleeds darkness which is unshaken

By the blissful freshness of seasonal changes,

The only thought that remains is the river of tears that never dries,

Questions of why this pain is felt

And why such a fragile thing such as a heart can command all emotions

And yet breaks every moment it cannot handle the pressures of this meaningless existence,

What pain is this
where do we go from here,

More questions raised then answers given

And yet the only fact is that all shall die

And it is during that state where ones pain is carried

And transported to the ones we promise to love,

 The ones we promise to forever shield,

What misfortune has been cast on us that pain becomes this unbearable?

 That the prospect of death can bring comfort,

What pain is this?