hell in a human.

eyes full of life and light now orbs of darkness empty, void, they turn people away. i once was so joyful beaming with the radiance of one thousand suns. i now rot away in silence my tomb will be no different than my sheets. my grave will be no deeper than the hole i have dug myself into. the only time i can feel is while influenced by substances i cannot even pronounce. i am only a body i am not my mind, though my mind is beautiful and brilliant what could be more interesting than the curves on my hips?