What do you do when all you seem capable of doing is crying?

I wake from my dreams during the night with tears streaming down my face.

The nights seem so short and the days much to long. But it doesn't really matter because it all just runs together.

I should be doing things, taking care of the house and on and on and on. But all I do is sit here in my own little world doing nothing just sitting here.

Why can't this world go away, just go away.