TW: Body Image Issues
My soul is trapped
It yerns for an escape
But this capsule
Is sealed tightly shut.
This body I do not want as mine
God,
What was my crime
To be cursed with this body.
My soul bangs from the inside
Desperately needing to escape
Save me,
Help me.
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My Poetry
PoetryMost of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)
