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INACTIVE DUE TO SOFTBALL

I say its enchanting but they tell me its like nothing. Then maybe nothing is what  I desire since its like a safe haven compared to the daily terrors I experience night and day and is what continues to shrink my own conscious sanity as long as his being ceases to stay. The nothing I crave is said to be what sends me spiraling down into an endless pit that devours my shortened memory that consists only of darkness once the images of him strays away.
~People can look back and remember good memories but they just bring me sorrow. What can be good when its a life full of desolate pain