skin and bones

Skin and Bones,

Skin and Bones.

All that’s left is skin and bones.

No heart, no soul.

Nothing left to function.

No mind, no body,

Nothing left in conjunction.

Worked to the bone,

Stress seeped out my pores,

It wasn’t a pretty site,

But rather filled with gore.

No friends, no love

Nothing to hold onto.

No heroin, no guardian

Nobody to turn to.

Pressured to fit in,

To the point of no return.

Turned back on all those that were trusted,

All their bridges have been burned.

No fun, no laughter.

The humor was sent packing.

No strength, all weakness.

These bones begin cracking.

Lost my sense of well being.

Never took a day off.

I don’t have a thick skin,

Nothing really paid off.

No pain, no sorrow.

They’ve all washed away.

No promised serenity,

That was garunteed by the day.

Worked so hard for success,

To see my name in lights.

Now all thats left,

Are the pesky scars and bites.

No emotion, no shame.

Nothing to signify a change.

There’s no turning back,

No way to escape this inevitable pain.

Nothing left to hope for,

Yet no desire to die.

Death would be nothing different,

For I am already dead on the inside.

After all of these years,

After sacrifices made alone.

All that is left,

Is Skin and Bones.