Worried and Sick

Blackness and darkness,
The tides of fear,
Crash through me, unfeeling,
Unwanting, uncaring.
Reverberating though me like a ringing bell,
Suffocating me, constricting,
Not letting me go.
What can I say for this,
This I need to know?
I don't know, and I wont know,
Until this sickness fades.
But will it, sweetheart?
You're the one with the cure.
Yet you refuse to unfurl your fingers,
And give it to me.
You know what I need,
But you avert your eyes, look away,
For if you ignore it,
The problem isn't there.
I've been broken for too long,
The pain is a mortal company.
One that I want to dismiss,
But I can't, not without you.
You can mend me, unbreak me.
FIx me again.
But I'm not worth it am I?
Will I get better,
Or will you just let me fade?