The emptiness returns once more,

my mind is slowly dwindling.

I know I've felt like that before,

and know what's coming, tingling.

I trash around, trying to grasp

someone that could pull me

out of this hole, hands like a clasp,

but i'm drowning in this dark sea.

The more I trash, the more I struggle,

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

the more I crave a wholesome snuggle,

the more I feel like I push away,

keeping blank this cold display.

It is a ruse, I know that much.

Using people as a crutch

is not something I should be doing,

yet stupidly I am pursuing

hoping someone will come in clutch,

'cuz it's my feelings that they touch.

Alone I am so tired,

no matter how much I sleep.

My brain, so stupid, wired,

almost forcing me to weep.

In groups it is not better,

more sleep is what I crave.

My life will be my debtor,

and I'll be darkness' slave.

I know I can't go on like this,

feeling miserable as always.

One thing I learned from this abyss:

sleep's guiding through those hallways.

Tomorrow is another day,

abyss is slowly growing.

Happiness keeps it at bay,

but not the way it's going.