My ribs are now useless because they don't protect anything anymore.
Leave me to rot on this cold hard floor.

My heart is long gone and my lungs are but vessels full of regret,
Full of memories I'd rather soon forget.                          

It used to be full of precious air that gave me life, but now all I breathe in is grief,
I have lost the ability to sleep,
And now I am slowly losing sight of who I used to be.
If I lose sight of my past,
Will I have any chance for a future?