Transplant

Sadness creeps into my bones
replacing the marrow with sorrow

the morning is what I dread
the pain, the overwhelming effort of choice
the choice to struggle through another day
if only when I closed my eyes the world really went away
but when it does, I'm left alone with my thoughts
and then the true torture begins
to each his own masochism

drained of life, drowned in pain, drawn to the conclusion that....................

exactly.