Too wasted to cry.

At the past I used to believe in me... in us, but now I don't know what is real, what is keeping me here.
Something is dying inside of me, I just need someone to hold me and smile for me, someone to make me believe again, to make me breathe, to make me see... to make me be; and maybe, just maybe, you could be this someone, the one who can find me, because the truth here is that I'm too wasted to cry, to smile, to breathe, too wasted to live so many things, now my heart is down, my soul is too dark so now I can't see what's inside, what's making me so cold, so wasted, so unreliable... I just need to be me again, to feel me.
I want to speak without fear, I just want to take the risk and tell you all those things that you, only you are able to make me feel; but I'm too scared, I don't want to lose you.
I'm losing myself, so please try to find me, because at this moment, I give up.