I’ve always joked
that I’m a corpse
with my skeleton hands
always too cold
for comfort
I’ve become
more undead recently
more willing to let myself
waste away
I eat junk
and don’t work out
even though I know
I might as well be killing myself
with how I treat my life
and I think that’s the point
I’ve grown to hate myself
and I deserve to be
a living corpse