Not even my lungs drowning in alcohol
Was enough to pretend I was fine
To pretend the wounds weren't festering
With venom spat by Envy

Is it a shame to spend time away
From those whom claim to own your love
But never mind the shared name

There's only so much a child on the edge can bear
Until two rough hands shove them over the edge
Plummeting through shame and neglect

No one ever knows the worth of an object containing life until it tis dead
But what if that is all it was
All I was
An Object