Substance

My mind is unraveling,
As my fear is traveling.
It hikes from my toes to head.
All while I lay stagnant,
Losing hope in my bed.
I wish I had motivation,
But instead, I have desperation.

I am so desperate to be happy.
I am so desperate to feel loved.
I am so desperate to be needed.
Yet there is no relief,
so I will drown in my grief.

Not in substance,
But in silence.