My cup is empty!!

My cup is empty.
I have nothing left to give.
No options left.
I can't do this alone all the time.
Hours upon hours of therapy.
I'm still alone to deal with it and cope.
The isolation, the meltdowns, the never ending destruction and damage, the existing and not living.
I've tried. Oh gosh I've tried.
It's not enough.
It's never enough.
It will never be enough.
It will never be right. Or OK.
I've tried everything.
I just can't go on like this anymore.
My brave face is gone.
I'm lost in that deep dark black tunnel.
I cry every. Single. Day.