Comfort needed

Dear Me:

why are you crying?
why are you singing in the dark?
why is the world split like an egg shell and the shards cut into my flesh?

love is flimsy in the winds of our fortunes, isn't it?
I know not what else to believe.
death thrives well amongst the living, we can only cast tears over the lost.
When comest the day i cease to be so sad?
people fight to assert what's right, but ditch their faith in one another to a trash pile.
what is this irony?

I need a hand to hold
a shoulder to lean on
a hole to hide myself
a plank to float in the deep blue sea of the Samsara