Sitting in the airpoort in Bangkok with the feeling that despair is rushing towards me like a dark tsunami.
This one might be called one day "Falling apart":
The truth my love is I'm falling apart / although no one can see what is broken inside /I live my life like I'm playing a part / Pretending to be free since you have left my side / But the result you see is I'm falling apart / Behind all the laughters where I've chosen to hide / There a darkness in me which is drowning my heart / as I'm drowning slowly like in a rising tide