Sadness

My mind is all confusion,

I want what I know not,

I’m hungering for something,

I need some help, but what?

I don’t like where I’m living,

The place I dwell is bleak,

My body feels so tired,

My muscles seem so weak.

I hate to see the mirror,

My image makes me cringe,

My eyes are crowned in sadness,

I vomit, then I binge.

I dress to hide my body,

Put rouge on my blank face,

I look as just a sliver,

Of the useless human race.

My sleep is cloaked in turnings,

Wrinkles etch my skin,

I may be near to dying,

Not lovely, but so thin.

All my friends are sick of me,

To strangers I live not at all,

My soul is reaching out for help,

Yet has no one to call.