Sorrows come with despair

I have deep sorrows and scars in my heart, yet I cannot unveil them, every time I try to, it splits into more. I have deep wounds, yet they mean nothing, I kept them in, yet I have a hole now, everything seems to fall apart, what is a world without me, what is a place without love, can someone mend this hole, as a true friend? Yet the answer is no... True friends are nothing, I will soar to the skies, only to find a myth, nothing more, yet there are no perfect being, just similar... Sorrows too deep will only cause an eternal wound, it can't be healed, but it can be forgotten. No one must follow the path I have taken, as Death is the only thing that soothes it, no one I know will take that path, as long as I live.