Dear Meat Body

I am your bones. Clinkin’ and Clankin’ around all the time. Why do you always do what you want and not what I want? I’m thankful you haven’t broke me but should I be saying that? I want you to have fun but be careful. The ribs tell me how much your heart cries out in pain and your brain can’t hear the screams because of the meat muffling and blocking them. Stupid lungs. Stupid throat. Your heart joked about attacking itself??? Not cool man. You gotta fix some stuff. If the meat stops working then I’m left alone inside a coffin all by myself. I have feelings too. I’ll always be here for ya. Love ya

-Bones