These are Times I Hate

Times like these are the times I hate. 
Happiness is an illusion, a dream. 
I have just awakened, my eyes are opened. 
These are the disappearance of all I love. 
I'm left with nothing but emptiness. 
When life falls apart, buried feelings arise.
They come to haunt me, to torture my soul. 
I have not faced them, only run from them. 
These are the desertion of my sanity. 
When obtaining desires comes at any cost. 
When I have taken the safe paths, 
I know nothing else; I fail. 
When I am helpless and cry into the darkness, 
No one appears; no savior; only agony. 
Times like these are the times I hate. 
When the mist clears and reality returns. 
When tears fall endlessly, and sobs echo, 
When sadness is infinite and smothering like the flames of hell. 
These are the times I