Ripped down piece by piece 

Old life crumbles in your hand 

I feel deceased 

No burn, no sickness

How surprising is okay

Don't look at me

I am shamed

I wear my letter 

You piont your finger

Never good enough 

Never get up

Weak like sand

And ask your tearing me down 

The ache in my back

The burn in my legs 

Your sight burns me

I feel no more, it said

You only die once

Lies filthy lies