Poem.2 (Bones) TW

My body is nothing but a piece of

rotten meat and skin,

I know that im rotting from the 

inside out,

Maggots are consuming my poisonous 

flesh, my broken bones are cracking with 

my every single move, what a sweet sound

they make.

My body is dying but yet, im still breathing.

Why shouldn't i escape from this cage?

Why shouldn't i leave this piece of meat behind?

Why shouldn't i take matters into my

own two rotten hands?