I feel disgusted with my body
A want to rip off my skin
My brain is numbed with the darkness I hold within
If the pills is all that make me who I am, am I really who I think I am?
I want to rip off my skin and escape my body
Nothing ever feels right
Even when I'm happy there's always something amiss
What am I if not chemicals or distress
My heart is lost when it's away but my brains fogged when the chemicals are gone
Sometimes I just want to feel the pain to remember who I am
Or at least who I believe myself to be
I want to fix myself but it might be to hard for me to do in the end
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It's a Sometimes thing
PoetryA collection of poems I've written that span over many years. They are pretty depressive so please read with caution.
