My ears are rendered useless as jargon fills every canal
And my legs are numb from answers I long sought after

“You see this here, this is why you can’t see or hear”

I feel the cold examination table turn into my personal chopping block
For any ounce of salvation left

“And this atypical depression explains your major atypical depression”

White and gray matter riddled with scars and defeat
Proof of my demise makes me nauseous even in my nightmares.

“Speaking of which, here’s why you can’t speak and only twitch!”

My sticky insides were doomed from the start
Faulty workings trying to disguise themselves as functioning parts.

Healthy has become only but a word to me with no meaning
But I long for it’s stale taste and I mourn the loss of every stolen morning