Emotionally Ill

I feel pinprick of pain within me,
Don't know how deep it might be
Wanted something to fill the emptiness,
That infected my mind, heart and flesh.

I'm supposed to be a victim of a viral disease
Will this life just end into nothingness,
Without enjoying the beauty of being alive,
Where everything shall be put into relief?

I just want to get rid of such an infection,
Without seeking a doctor for medication
To diagnose me of my real health problem,
And prescribe doses of medicine.

Surgery is not the best remedy,
Wounds are to be sewn with a thread and a needle
Where I'll have to cry in so much agony,
For the sight of syringe just makes me more ill.

I'm sure
I'll just have an emotional cure
For everything's unclear and obscure
Yet nobody notices my situation
That I'm "sick-ing" for love and attention.