Rock Bottom

I anticipate the day, the hour, the minute, that these wounds will turn to scars.
For these thoughts to turn to distant memories.
But, the pain of your absence still clings to me.

My heart is constricted.
My mind is fragile.
My backbone is non-existent.
My actions are lethal.

Because of you I contemplate a needle as a cure to this neverending cycle.
Because of you I am weak.
Because of you I am ruined.

No one can save me now.
I can only save myslef from this downwards spiraling.
Tell me, what's there left to save?
Because rock bottom's soon to be my grave.