Requiem of a madman

Whilst i write this over a glass of bourbon, a bozarre clarity washes over... the relationship of 6 years is over, though we cohabitate for the young ones sake my heart does not belong to her anymore, my heart seeks another, the hopeless romanticism instilled in me from a young age, the eagerness for a happy ending, the eagerness for a partner who cares if i hurt myself, who cares if im sick, who tries to help me heal and not tear me down more than i already am, the shell of whom i once was. Now there is no fear, there is no happiness, no anger, just the dark clouds that call upon the deluge of depression, a depression that calls my date with destiny, an inevitable task that must be done, i was born too early to enjoy life and too late to be able to change it.