Heart Sick Poem by John I Nash

I am not well, as people have taken a little part of me every time they came calling, drawing to much water from a spring that already was shallow.

Persons who have proven themselves to be emotional and physical vampires' sucking the blood of life from me and shredding my existence, some have even done it long distance, each one taking a little bite from my tormented soul.

Now I have very little left and I am heart sick.

I am not sorry for yielding to them for that is my nature, but I wonder when I'm gone will they even care and who will they dare to devour next.