semjaza

They call me in the middle of the night, looking for sympathy, understanding and sex, and I give it to them. I open up my veins and I give it to them, becoming empty and dead inside. A dried up husk, devoid of energy, emotion and life.
I open up my veins and give it all to them, those warm, soft, beautiful vampyres. "I'm lonely, I'm sad, I'm horny," and so I bleed, and so I die, and so I've killed myself, willingly.