I wake each morning to an emptiness in my chest,
I can't seem to stir from my sadness,
This sadness that consumes my every thought and word.
This life I dread to wake to each day,
Alone and apart from human contact,
Alone in my dark world of misery,
Misery that never vanishes-only clings to my soul,
A soul that is not alive,
Alive or a life,
A life is what I need,
A life filled with meaning and purpose,
A purpose...what is mine?
The unending questions I torment myself with day and night,
Night, my only friend.
Can someone come save me?
Save me from this darkness that enfolds me?
Save me from my tortured soul?
Save me from my bleeding heart that never heals?