The Dying Within
As I cry out, love me, please love me!
Scattering myself, my energies, to the winds --
Hoping, in vain, that my needs could be filled by another...
My deepest self is starving, dying.
Waiting, abandoned, and alone.
Wanting only me.
Needing only me --
As I scatter myself to the winds.
Only I can fill this void.
Dare I try?
No one else can fill this space,
and rescue the dying within.