What do you think of my poem?

My body is exhausted. I feel drained, as if all the blood has gone from my veins. Never before have I wanted the world around me to disappear. I can only wish. Seeing as my dreams are so lost in absurdity. Everlasting absurdity. Drenched in desolate fear of the uncertainty in my heart. How can I ever remove myself? I pain myself in attempt to leave whatever has burdened my crying soul. My mind swims. Again I am forever lost. How can I be free? Is it possible for an empty yourning shell to awaken from a bore of the present? How can I ever escape the madness that my brain endures to my heart. I desire so much. And above all, desire what I fear, I cannot grasp. It is as if I am being taunted with a blind love of something so great and vast. The void that has began to shift within me, needs filling. Yet, I fear so much of my desires. Can I allow myself to undermine my needs. The power of envy is one with exceptionaly scrutenty. If only a quiker path path could ne found within such.