This Issue

Helpless and Hopeless is my next of kin.
My existence is rotting from the outside in.

This issue inside has made me loose interest
In all the things that once made me strongest.

It consumes my need for a nutritional diet.
Unfortunately I can’t mend my ulcers or hide it.

I loose a little more sleep each night
Because I can’t help but sit upright.

My psychomotor’s fuel is about to run dry.
Due to my restraint when needing to cry.

The paramount feelings of worthlessness and guilt.
Start to tear down the beautiful empire I built.

This issue manifests criticism of perceived faults.
The hurt and pain pour over me as it exalts.

This issue makes decision making so complex.
The distortion over rides my common sense like a hex.

It is chronic and infectious with doses of manipulation.
Emotional detachment would be the perfect amputation.

I need a doctor to fulfill my desperate request.
Cut me open and do what he does best.

Remove my heart and the emotional leprosy it holds.
And while he’s in there- see if I still have a soul.