Why does the world breeds sorrow

Why does the world breeds sorrow?
Are promises always empty?
The photographs capture joy,
So why don’t they retain it?
Nothing would describe the way my heart now wrenches, how I wish someone would lend me a shoulder to cry upon.
But I know, no matter how hard I yearn, how much tears are wasted, yesterday would never return.
Tomorrow is fraught with dangers.
I anticipate, I fear.
My body is filled with regret or is it not?
My head hurts from thinking as the turmoil inside me finds no way out.
It seems as though bursting and no one would understand it.
Why can I seek solace and relief?
No even words would describe 1 fraction of how I feel now.
My heart hurts from too much yearning and I feel I would burst into a million pieces from too much agony.