Zero then beyond

title wasn't thought out :( a poem about giving and it never seeming to make a difference.

I give, still, what I do not have
What I lost long ago.
I cry, still, in the darkness
For I will never know.
Take a chunk out
Take a piece out
There’s nothing left to give
I have nothing
Yet nor do they
No reason left to live
All I give
And all you take
Always still in vain
The crippling pressure
I keep falling under
Is calling me again.