Analysis of Thoughts of a broken heart

I am lost in my own darkness
So dark without the trace of light
I stumble in my own street of thoughts
My heart lacks the power to carry this burden
Heavy but yet seem so light
I could have rejected this curse
I wish I could…
My sense of guilt makes me liable
I sing a silent song of sorrow
A tall huge intimidating sorrow
I am now a coward
I wish my thought was right
All along I was wrong
To have believed
This struggle is  now killing me
And I sense I will die soon
Piercing thoughts like a sniper's shot
Take away my breath at regular shots
I bleed blood
Black blood I must confess
For it has been marred
From the darts against my loving heart
Happiness becomes what I search for
In this fear I  could not save others
For my ways had caught me away
Lost in my soul itself
My hope is not seeking
Not the remedy to be found