I’m drained,
I’ve given myself away,

Spreading my pain like a sickness,
Turned myself into a void, a hole,
I just want to feel whole,

Each time I’m giving, disappearing,
But now I’m laying in my bed alone,
The first time this week.
And I realize I’m a shell,

Empty and alone.

I cry the last of my body out and I’m left with nothing.

Should I jump?