Deep in sorrow

I feel like I am drowning in a pool of sadness. Here I lay all alone soaking in my misery. Soon enough I feel as though the pool is going to get so deep that I can't breath anymore. With each emotional thought and problem choking me, I feel like I'm getting pulled deeper and deeper under. I'm stuck with no help to climb out of this abyss of unhappiness. There is no hope, no faith, at this point, that I'll be saved from this deep dark trench filled with my emotions. Each and every day my wall builds up, kind of like a dam, but in my mind, my emotions build it up piece by piece. As this great wall rises, and my depression grows stronger, soon my well built up wall, breaks down and rushing water flows, tears. The first tear falls from left eye, which shows I'm crying out of  sadness. They roll off of my cheeks, falling into the palms of my hands that I hold out hoping, that soon I'll regain my happiness. Soon enough, my ambitions of happiness, may come true. I have faith. Just a little. But that's enough to keep me going and stay strong, no matter how weak I may feel.