Suffacation: What Defines Me Poem by W.B. Mad

You say you love me.
Yet you feed me filth.
Do you see my sick skinny bones and sickly flesh?
Do I look healthy to you.
My sickness I keep and hide away just for me.
Ask me for some and I'll tell you 'NO! '
This IS my sickness, a dedication of my love and effort into the American system.
Gears turned around me.
'Oh, God please No! '
Gears come and gears crush the bones beneath me.
SNAP
Well there go's another one.
Whatever!
Do you think I give a damn?
I'm dead and damned anyway.
Formed, shaped, and broken.
GOD NO
PLEASE NO
I'm screaming out like your holy son did.
The sun you crowned with thorns.....Remember him?
GOD NO, not this again.
Not another day.
I can't stand it anymore.
This time you snip snapped me to far.
So tomorrow
I guess
Is goodbye.