My body is a temple but I was locked outside, robbed of my own skin so I slashed an fought my way back in. I tried to burn through my flesh in order to reclaim what was mine. When I looked into the mirror, I did not see myself. I saw somone or rather something else. And when somone looked at me, they saw a kid with self-inflicted wounds, because it seems I had nothing better to do.
My body is a temple an I don't give a fuck what it looks like to you.
You have no idea what I've been through, and I don't have to explain myself to you.
YOU ARE READING
When I can't breathe
PoetryMy poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)
