A f t e r math

No doubt he's still disturbed
Eyes downcast, despairing
Yes he's undoubtedly perturbed
And me, a useless liability

He wrote this for me (this is only part of a pageful of stanzas):
'In fact, hope is a very beautiful word,
because it doesn't really signify an end to things

But sadly, I don't even see the beginning.

The clouds are still in the sky,
shrouding the sun

But I'll promise you.
that I'll try my hardest
to make them go away,

Just for you.'

How heart-wrenching... Won't he just give up?
=(