Body Bag

I am just a body

I am ribs
& blood
& pancreas

I need insulin to live

I am brain
& I am heart
& I am fat

I need directions to survive

I am just a body

I am breath
one away from death
& I am sad

I need instructions to revive

I am nerves
& bone
& nails & hair

I need medicine to level out

I am not this body

I am but
a mass of flesh
& feelings atrophied

I need attention to thrive

I am nothing
I am vacuum
a bag of gas

& I am easily let down