Bitter Realization

Well I've been used, discarded, my bones sucked dry. I now know I was no different from the rest. All I have ever done was bend over backwards, I don't want to do it anymore, but I know that I will. My soul leaks from me in salty sweet tears. I am frail, I am haggard, a wraith of my former self. My chest rattles with every breath, a consuming guilt fills my ribs. I'm naked, I'm numb. Being this vulnerable makes everyday a challenge, one that I feel someday I may fail to meet. I eat, I sleep, I drink, I get high, but I do not live, I do not love.