My arteries are clogged with my own *******.

If my heart ever fails, just know I did it to myself!

When did my bones get so brittle?

I swear I break my own neck every day getting out of bed.

My skin is just bad paper mache.

It breaks open at the mention of sadness.

My blood makes a puddle and runs down the drain

flowing out of my brain pretending when I'm feeling is

Pain.