I don't know how much longer I can hold on.
Hold on to feeling worthless -
hold on to an emptiness.
That is what life is for me;
Empty worthlessness.

It gets better, they say,
those who found meaning.
It gets worse, I say in return.
It gets worse living in my skin.
It gets worse with each waking day.

There is an unwanted tenant living in my mind -
one that keeps drowning me with the air I breathe.
The pain worsens with each fighting manoeuvre.
It feels like my body is rejecting me -
rejecting my mind.
I don't blame it, even I have had enough.

It's difficult to accept being like this -
I try to fight it,
but the joy of living has been ****** out of me.
This emptiness leaves me wondering -
wondering,
how much more of this pain I can take.