Nothing Left Inside

I vision them infront of me.
Their songs in my ears.
Just when im about to collapse,
Im pulled away.

My eyes murk,
Their songs stop.
"We did'nt get tickets".
That sounds miles away.

If I could gather all my tears,
I'd have my own ocean.
My nose coughs,
And my insides hurl and whirl.

Im non-responsive to those around,
Everything hurts.
I won't be there when my saviors come,
I'll be long ways home.

Alone when they arrive,
I just might whither and die.