Disease

I have this sickness in my soul. 
It grows a little stronger every day. 
The thoughts grow a little darker, my actions bleaker. 
It's a battle I've been fighting all my life, and it never gets any easier, never any better. 
I've been looking for a savior in all the wrong places. 
Desperately seeking a miraculous cure. 
Distractions are many, but they only conceal the pain, never taking it away completely. 
Nothing but a mere veneer. 
Confidence is waning. 
Hope is fading. 
Everything seems surreal. 
A mind is a terrible thing to waste but when you're trapped inside it seems like a good thing to lose. 
And the hard part is the only one who can save me is myself, and I have to ask: am I worth saving?