I Am Lost

What can you do when all hope is gone? Nothing or no one can help you in any way. What is happiness? Were those moments happiness? Or were they mere illusions? Is happiness within? But where? What is real anyway, seems like we all are just deluded beings always lost in the possessions of me and mine that were never ours in the first place. The lies being paraded as truths, the masks, the veils, its all fake, but what's real anyways? Nothing. How would one find the real? By tearing away the endless masks? How much will you go on tearing them, they're endless. At one point, you have to give up, can't go on any further. Darkness is nothing to be afraid of, its these endless masks and veils, so much that no matter how much you try, you are lost. Alone. Lost. Forever.