In the middle of the night (a poem by me) sorry if it makes no sense

My body drifts away
as i lay there hurting
dying, crying and
needing someone to help me
but not moving, knowing that any
second it could be my last breath...
breathing for my oxygen feeling the bugs crawl all over
my once unblemished skin...
feeling the gates of hell open up
to accept me
is it really the only place I feel wanted?
Numbness, tingling as finally the prisoner escapes
my body
I'm just a dump site to suit people for their pleasure
I slowly walk home to where I'm a person again