My mind, filled with thoughts so dark, you can't see the lights.
My bloodshot eyes from a thousand sleepless nights.
My throat, where all of the good things keep stopping.
My heart, that is on the verge of popping.
My lungs, that fail during a panic attack.
My stomach, yelling "not another Big Mac!"
My wrists, covered in scars from unspoken battles.
My thighs, larger than any cattles'
My feet, that try and try, but can't just runaway.
