I’m constantly waiting

Have this feeling of waiting on life.
Feel life escaping through my fingers.
I run but never get there.
I’m tired. I’m tired.
I’m starting again!
I cry and vomit and feel like dying.
Next day I wake up and promisse myself love.
I smile, I make plans, I move foward.
Someone else comes and I give everything.
Away...
They leave.
I’m dying, because each day we’re all closer to death.
I’m living, but there are days that I’m just dying.
Whenever I get healed and hopeful it comes again.
I find another love and grab it.
I want the whole world with it.
It hurts me. But still want it.
It isn’t perfect but neither am I.
We can do this. We can do this.
We can’t.
I can’t.
I.
Alone.
Am all I have.
Again.
I wait.