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,

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  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.