Life, Interrupted~Disillusionment

I was a broken woman,
disillusioned with the world
and the little things
it had to offer me.

Seen too much
of life itself.
Depression sets in
with an ugly rear of its greasy head.
No happy endings exist
in reality.
They only belong on the silver screen
for the non-discriminating and the naïve.

Fool that I'm
to believe in false hopes
lifted high
by another fool.
Taken leave of my senses
I must be.

Drained of common sense
pumped full of mushy
lovey-dovey
nothings.
Please set me free.
I'm a beast in captivity.
I can't bear it anymore.

I know happiness is a choice.
But it appears that choosing,
apparently is not an option worth of me.
How can I choose the right path
when my hands are hand-cuffed
to the prison bars?

This is life
when it is interrupted.
Nothing left but disillusionment.
This is Hell.
All Hail life in Hell.