A Simple Argument

Here I sit in a very dark place.
Cannot get up or out.
There is no escape from this fate
For it is my skin I'm talking about.

My skin first failed, then my mind;
A failed mind is easier hidden.
My skin falls off my body,
My mind full of derision.

Myself deriding my own plight
With no one else to blame.
Decisions made in haste, usually not right
My life is now a game.

Since no escape from this abyss
I simply soldier on
In search of relief, though none exist
Unless myself I harm.