Season's Grieving's

If I'd never loved, I never would have cried.
Cloud nine floated away,
The world fell out of my palm.
The moon is too far out of reach,
And the stars are no longer there to catch me.
Disillusions:
The list is getting longer,
But my highlighter ran out of ink.
Water boy
Benchwarmer
Expendable
Useless

It isn't supposed to end this way.