Wounded heart/ Pain and despair

Pain, Pain and suffering, it's all that's left for me. This wounded heart is troubled and broken. No love to find and no love to be lost.
Broken, these broken fingers of mine cannot get to my heart or no one else’s. These tears are shed for no one any longer.
Laughter is not with me, nor is love. Love and laughter belong with each other because love is happiness, and happiness is serene.