Reddit has all the answers about my wounds and how to heal them.

I pour my heart out to strangers begging for an antidote to this disease– 

It consumes me, it does! My heart, dragging across the floor leaving a trail of glistening gushing bright red blood for all to see; agony scorn across its chest.

I am perpetually waiting for…

anything. 

A text back, a notification, a call. 

Some call it desperation or a lack of self respect, I call it my preferred drug of choice. 

I wait to swallow their attention, for it to coat my throat so thickly

to soothe the heartburn

heartache.

Perhaps I am also waiting for myself.