Fear of abandonment all so familiar.
Try to still the sadness, the anxiety
which clings like wet clothing to a broken, bruised body.

Should I stay or should I go and try to find the God admired by many.

Being awake becomes scary.
Racing thoughts.
Absolute torture to fend for yourself.
Cold sweats, deep dark nightmares becoming the norm.

Always needy.
Forever apologizing though you are not in the wrong.
Giving all of you till there is nothing left
...a deep empty water well.

As day falls and night comes creeping closer the dark monster is sure to sink its claws into your skin.

Nothing is left.
Pure absolute emptiness and you find yourself alone...
Soul alone.