And diminishing energy,
As I vainly attempt to fix others,
In the hope of finding the key to fix myself.
But slowly I am sucked in,
By this sickness,
And the addiction to this sadness.
The warmth my empty insides yearn for,
Create a hollow ache,
Of a likeness to hunger.
I am no longer sure,
How long I can wait
For the someone or something to save me,
As I try and fail to save myself
And the idea of oblivion,
Becomes ever more tempting.