Hollow

I need some inspiration..
If I had anything going on.
I hide in the shower as often as I can..
But I can't always be there..
There's nowhere else to go..
and I still can't think..
my head is foggy, my mind is clouded.
every part of me..falling..if not already..apart.
stomach..weak...legs..tired..arms..dead..
my lungs will collapse as soon as I let them..
eyes are heavy.. my head is a dead weight.
as soon as I can let go..
But I can't stop feeling.
I'm almost gone, but always breathing.
Somehow..
falling out, but always here.
my words are vague, but i'm just too sick.
just too cold.