nothing makes sense...

[no_answer]

When all the energy depleted,
When the disorder reins at home,
When lots of things were tried, enjoyed and suffered,
When many more things left there to explore,
Please send a helping word,
Because I cannot see my path no more...

That's not a poetry drill, just sounds like it. Just describes what I'm feeling right now.

[JonsDragonEyes]

Sending you a helping word
Some hope to light your sky
And a pair of beautiful wings
To help your troubles fly by

I hope you never give up
Because inside I know your strong
The road to happiness lays ahead of you
And soon you'll be right where you belong.

Hi there... I know my poem isn't as good as yours. But I do hope it helps.

[no_answer]

we all belong to Earth, where we are heading, which is the source of my hopelessness...
will coming back "home" make us happy?
religious teachings tried to convince many about that...didn't quite work with me yet...
Maybe, it is not the happiness that is the goal, but conviction in immortality of the goal, therefore deep meaning of every action toward it. That is what I'm lacking.

Thanks for a sincere earnest try to help. Sometimes, helping brings the goal in focus, since effect of helping can outlast lifetime, but it would not outlast life of time.