(i like the word prompt but I CANT DO RHYME SCHEMES ITS NOT MY THING)

I bite the hand that feeds me so that maybe it'll let me starve.

My bones form a cage around my heart, isolating it from anyone who wishes to come near me.

The flesh that covers my body merely represents my mortality.

Humans are fragile.

We hate too easy, and love too hard.

I wish I could love someone.

I wish someone could love me.

What makes someone unlovable?

I wonder if I fit the criteria.

My nails are chewed down to the bed, my hair messy and unkempt.

I don't have the will to care for myself, so my heart doesn't bother making room for someone else.

Maybe I will never fall in love.