Lost Hope

His eyes, deep in their sockets, droop. His shoulders, hunched in anxiety, despair. His nails, bitten and frail, bleed. His wrists, wrapped and covered, scar. His bottle, pressed hard to his lips, infects. His brain, lost in a place with no thought, slows. His blunt, burnt down to the roach, terminates. His heart, losing its will to fight, stops. His family, leaning over a premature casket, weeps. His bully, with no repercussions, laughs.