Soft And Pliable Poem by Half Past

soft and pliable is my nature
my bones a sticky goo
skin overly sensitive
weak are my muscles and mind
nervous twitches affect my hands
snot and tears roll freely down my face
i am a muddled puddle on the floor
gelatinous tissue is all that is left of my innards
a quivering thing resembling nothing at all
hell...
nothingness would be an improvement
from this affected state
improve my position with an alteration
being a cotton swab would atleast serve a purpose
yet a cotton swab i am not
a dripping mess for someone better to clean up
maybe someone that owns a cotton swab
or even a tissue would do