Empty

I feel the need to express how some feel when they are alone, and hurt.

I feel it flowing,
it spreads through me.
It consumes me, with each second it takes more of me prisoner.
I have lived a life of pain, of sorrow.
With each painful memory I feel a piece of me break away.
What will be of me once I am fully taken?
Will this emptiness leave me hollow to all the joys in life?
Every day a battle breaks internally,
my emotions slowly retreating.
My body giving itself to the emptiness.
I fear one day the battle will not start,
my emotions will have just left me.
Leaving me as just a walking corps.
What then?
Am I just to wait for my body to die?
Will I be cursed to walk this earth as a silent abomination?
With no reason for my being,
and no will to create one.
My fear is coming to life.
My emptiness is spreading like a cancer.
And if not stopped it will win,
and my soul will leave my body.
I will be forced to stay and wait in agony for my freedom.
A prisoner locked away until death calls.