Abused Soul

The forgotten past,

The mourning days.

I always come last,

Slowly fading away everyday.

I am only an empty capsule,

With nothing left to give.

Everyday is just another battle,

How much longer can I live?

The lonely nights that I endure,

Slowly building chaos within me.

When will I burst? I am unsure.

The filling to my capsule is lost at sea.

I search for myself,

But even I get lost.

I'm in a world by my lonesome,

I have find my capsule, it has been tossed.

Crawling solitary,

Walking empty,

Running breathlessly,

Searching severely.

The elements that were in my capsule are diminished,

Who may I go to that can refill my barren chassis?

Life, so predictable, I may never be astonished.

Haven't I been down this road already?

Does the perfect companionship exist?

Does such a word only appear in fairy tales?

Will my life ever have a significant twist?

When will I be able to turn the scales?