I don't really have any advice on the matter. I just thought it might be help you locate the kernel of your discontent.
They've got some money, but debts weigh them down, A ledger of losses in a life nearly drowned. They cherish their family, yet silence prevails, Words left unspoken, love hidden behind veils.
Their wives look away, where passion once burned, Cold beds and long nights where affection's adjourned. Their children reach out, but only for gold, A transaction of love that's grown bitter and old.
They enter the office with silence in tow, Leaving with burdens only they know. They rage at the world, but keep it inside, A secret despair, in shadows they hide.
Life is a balance of wants and regret, A dance in the dark, with a past they forget. They carry on, in the weight of their plight, Hoping for dawn in an endless night.