The elephant graveyard

Each time I think that I have hit rock bottom my surface gives out and I fall a little more.
Its gotten to the point where id rather sleep forever than wake up tomorrow and try this again.
Empty Doesnt cover it, I receive no solace in the idea that the sun will come out tomorrow. I sit and I try to force myself to repeat mantras in my head like you can do it, it gets better, youre going to be okay, its all in your head...
But it never stops. The anxious feeling in my stomach has gotten so vile I feel like I need to puke
The one moment I need support and I feel so incredibly alone.
I have lost hope...

Take me to the elephant graveyard and leave me to rot.