Poems Of Creatvity And Creation

Weak

I get weaker everyday
These panic attacks hurt
I was probably a mistake
Whats inside of me just lurks

I'm skinny to the bone
I don't even wanna speak
God dammit, I don't feel alone
I honestly feel like a freak

If only you could see under my skin
I'm just crawling right inside it
I've noticed that it's a sin
I knew I wouldn't be missed