For years, I toiled and slaved away, constructing the perfect homemade defeat. And, now that I've learned not to trust even my own skin, I wonder what friendship really is.
Probably not attention quotas, but if it is, you're failing miserably.
It's starting to take it's toll on my body. The doctors have given up. They're pulling the curtain. My friends and my family are ready to pull the plug.
And, only a second of your precious time can save me now, but..
[ The atrophy still eats away at me. The bed sores, the symptoms of neglect are killing me. They're slowly killing me. ]
