Determined to fail

I have the means to mean well
but stay mean, in unseen stealth  
to feed demons that hide beneath shell,  
conceding my health  
draining my wealth  
Just because i don't see you  
doesn't mean i don't wish you well  
in wishing wells, I'm the star you  
wished upon that silently fell.  
I need help, but won't receive help.  
Dodge calls, texts and emails  
I cry for beached whales  
as they wave goodbye to white sails.  
A mer-male amongst mean waves  
where wind gales, this is my tale.  
Soul been impaled,  
my will gone stale.  
Ships in graves  
sailors in jails,  
I just may bail.. It's Satan that hails