Empty

Life has not been
what it should be
for me lately.
I am hollow--
brittle as ever.
It would only take
a minor hit
to blow me into
obliteration.
Everything
is closing in on me
no matter how hard
I try to keep up.
My emptiness is overwhelming,
and it is poisoning
those around me.
I feel like a virus
more so than a human.
At night
I lie awake
and wish for better,
but right now
better isn't my reality.
This episode
on my life
is called "struggling,"
for I am barely alive
searching for a reason
to keep going.
If only
it were easier to be healthy
because I am the epitome
of the opposite.