i don't have the right to kill my soul
wasting away with each burnt bowl
It's like a disease that i can't cure
today is the last come down for sure

I'm rotting inside, i'm getting sick
my future depends on the habits i kick
I can't keep doing things like this
think of the good times i will miss

I can see people staring and whispering lies
they're sick of me too, it's in their eyes
the people i loved, the people i trusted
my body's a burn, my cover is busted

everyone knows, not everyone cares
i feel so ashamed, i feel their stares
things can't ever be the same
but i won't make it worse, so i'm out of the game

I really like this one
It's all true
Once you're figured out
No one will care

It makes sense.

I really like that poem. I think it is very good. It makes me think of some of the things I see in myself.