Bon Jovi Blues

I made an iTunes songlist that is supposed to be a minor-key translation of the thick emptiness I feel in my belly. When I listen to it, my mind falls docilely into the pattern of the words. I stare at the white ceiling and don't think. The question is, is this an expression of my mental state, any more? Or an exacerbation? Do the sweet sad songs reflect me or remake me? Something in me winces at AC/DC these days.