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.