My brittle, bones hold stiff and hollow.
My tattered veins have sprung a leak.
Oh my body, what a sorrow .
For my brain is tired and bleak.
My eyes, dull, sad and grey.
My hair, a tangled mess.
Crying quietly as I lay,
I'm just trying my best.
I'm trying to live with the pain,
I'm trying to live with the guilt ,
As I ache and I strain,
Trying to keep the life I built .
My hands are leathered .
My heart is calloused and cold.
My intestines are twisted and teathered ,
At only 25 years old.
-SJ-