My poems are getting shorter,
So is my will to live.
My scars are aching,
So is my back,
My feet,
My heart,
Drained of love,
My mind,
Drained of thoughts,
My eyes,
Can no longer see beauty,
See happiness,
The colors of the flowers when the bloom,
And most of all,
My body.
Drained of all hope.
Can't eat,
Sleep,
Laugh,
Cry
Hope,
Love,
I'm drained.