A wrecked ship makes for a poor vessel

A wrecked ship makes for a poor vessel
I'm on my way
But without a compass, it's getting hard to tell
What is wrong from what's right.
There's nothing left to guide us
In this journey, we embarked
I hold you close to my heart
Waiting for the smallest of whispers
I can hear it beat.
Louder and louder
Almost deafening
With no direction
There's no future
I've been alone for too long
I should take the quick way out
But there's people saying they need me
They don't need me.
They just know me.
They've never lived a day where I wasn't there, is all.
Who can save us from ourselves?
Who can save me from myself?
I'm running out of options
It's not like I'm suicidal
I just don't see a future where I'm happy.
There were glimpses of it
Along the road, but they're wasted.
Almost forgotten.
Victims to the laws of causality
And my own self-destructive coping mechanisms
It's all on me
All my fault.
I wanted to get better
Be better.
I truly did.
To everyone
To you.
All the choices I made to get there were foiled
Show me a future
Something
I'll try and be there to see it happen.
Love you