Fake Smiles and Real Scratches

I scream at myself
Knowing I am alone
Because I let them go
I sprinted too far into the darkness
And there's no light here
In this shell of mine
I hide in the crevices of my self doubt
Wondering where I'll be a year from now?
Further from my dreams I bet
And further from love and happiness
What else could there be left but death
I hate to say it but I feel as though
I am spent
I may have been a ball of energy once
But now it's like there isn't anything left in my soul
Picture a jar filled with nothing
How sad would that be
When it was once filled with fake smiles and real scratches
I can't take anymore of this madness.