I know there is a moral to this story, but I don't know what it is.

All I know is I am filled with extreme sadness.  I appear as if I awoke from a century of non productive tears.  They flow, but they do not lesson any pain.  If I could take back everything I would.  What did I end up with?  Loss.  I have nothing.  And I regret it more than anything.  My heart is broken.