My bones that once supported me,
Turn to lead in an instant.
My lungs that once filled with air,
Shut down, leaving me gasping.
My eyes that once looked around excitedly,
Now betray me, showing everyone how tired I am.
My heart that once fluttered with hope,
Now beat in a hollow chest.
The ache that my body produces,
Is all from my mind,
Yet it destroys me.
Pain coursed through me,
And yet I deserve it.
It is punishment to me,
For not putting it to use as I should.
I let myself shut me down,
Like a shop on the side of the road.
And everyone knows:
Closed shops are left alone to rot.
