Sometimes I don't think I can fall
any more, any deeper - and still
I have used all
of my emotional energy,
caring for others,
who couldn't care less about me.
That's how I feel.
Is anything, or anyone, for real?
Deeper, deeper - drowning - can't breathe.
Eventually, everyone is going to leave -
That is my destiny.
I am empty, so empty, inside,
and there's nowhere to hide.
Chronic illness persists, day after day -
cannot even run away.
No choice but to stay.
Just have to endure