let me walk out of my skin
i feel confined
the bones have begun to dig into my soul
and the muscles are heavy
the fat weighs me down
and upsets me
the skin is worn
with blemishes and scars
i want to be free
this host body feels inadequate
and i would like to roam
as a soul on this earth
i wonder what my soul looks like
i know her soul is like the sun
bright and warm
i know his is like the ocean
blue and restless
if i left this body,
would i still feel the heavy burden
of a heart?
i want to disappear
if i walked out of my body
and instead wandered
as a spirit,
would i still be seen?
could i be invisible?
could i wander so desperately
that one day i'd disappear
like i've always dreamed?
DU LIEST GERADE
one day
Poetrymaybe one day it'll all work out like it does in the books. TW: depression, suicide, self-harm DRAWING BY Walktheline