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.