Worthless Corpse

I need to be more alive.

I hate to be this worthless corpse walking around.

People cease to notice me, talk to me.

My bones are of no use to me.

For they are broken.

My voice, I don't use.

For no one attempts to make conversation.

My feet are so tired.

For I have been dragging them for days.

My stomach and organs should just shrivel up.

For I don't eat anything, so nothing gets digested.

This is the worthless corpse.

Me.

Long dead

And of no use to anyone.

Nothing will get better for me.

My life will always be this.

Me, stalking and dragging around at night.

Just maybe

Wishing for something more.