Used

Flesh hanging, life dangling and just another person to fill the space.
No face, no name, I’m the shape of something without feelings not even the slightest pain.
Use me for your excuse of living and use me for why you’re struggling but don’t consider me real.
A fixture of flesh, a bag of bones with no thoughts and no woes.
It’s all for your pleasure, whether it’s alive or tanned leather.
Make sure to find a reason for why you’re losing and cannot pick yourself up to your feet.
I’m tired of these lies and games just as you play with shame only to fall deeper into the empty hole you reside.