Mr. Not

Rotting Teeth, Unwashed skin

Rotting teeth,
I\'m ashamed to breathe

Unwashed skin,
I\'m way too thin

Dirty nails,
No one hears my wails

Bruised knuckles,
My knees buckle

Chapped lips,
My heart\'s under eclipse

Wet eyes,
I look for highs

Empty bank,
You don\'t know what I drank

Choked cries,
I lie awake at night

Silent pleas,
Nothing seems to ease