A soul Dying in a Crippled Husk

White stained permanently red
Once robust, now decrepit and hallowed
Once full of Energy, now devoid of life
Once a brilliant mind, now ravaged and dark
A heart full of such love as to rescue and mend any lost soul
Reduced to a cold husk of a once glorious soul
Once giving all hope for life, now a shadow of hopelessness
I used to give such light, love, hope…
Now I drown in this crippled husk
A life of pain, dashed dreams, and tears
Empty of friends love and support
Empty of the help desperately needed
I know they all see me suffer and can do nothing
I know how hard that may be
But in Their times of need
Who was there?
I picked them up
Dusted them off
Gave them hope
Is it too much to ask for someone to return the favor?
I am an empty sallow shell of the vibrant woman I used to be
Stuck in a never-ending cycle of suffering and inconceivable pain
Is it too much to ask for help?
For some way to feel like the person my soul aches to be again?