Dying on the Vine

I feel so incredibly alone right now.  I am drowning in emotions and situations, and meanwhile, all of my friends are living their lives, unnoticed and without time for me.  I am sad beyond reason, that I seem to give when they need it, but as I sit here, curled in a ball crying, I am alone. 

I am falling into a place that has me terrified.  I am trying to finish writing a novel that insights nightmares and moments of uncontrollable crying, and I am doing it alone with little to no support emotionally, physically or financially.  I woke up today from the most horrible nightmare of babies dying and bleeding, and I not one of my friends answers the phone in a moment I just need to hear a soothing voice.  Yet they all seem to want to know when the book's going to be finished.

I am at a point of giving up, and I am walking this solitary path while everyone who says they love me seems to be obliviously living their lives.  I don't know how to explain that I am literally hanging on by a thread which I feel could break at any moment, and my strength is quickly waning.   I put on a normal face, but inside I am dying, and I don't know if I have the strength to finish this.