drain (edgy loser ass poem)

mosquitoes nipping at my flesh, drying it out
i am almost a mere shell of my previous self

 i fear that if one more drop is taken, i will be nothing again

i can't keep fighting

i am weakened, too fragile

they are swarming me, a cloud of greedy beasts, prepared to fade me into dust

i let the first have me, stupidly, i only saw it as a small pest, perhaps it was in need
i could loose some of myself to help another

and here i am gone