Sometimes I feel as though I am not in my body.
Like I'm having an out of body experience all the time.
It feels weird to be in my skin.
I want to rip it open to see what's on the otherside.
Am I someone else under there?
What happened as the blood as cleared.
I could have been anybody, looked like anything.
And this is what I ended up with.
Cruel cruel world.
Let's see what's on the other side of my skin shall we.
Blood, so much blood.
It's okay. I'm okay now.
I fixed my skin.
This isn't me.
I swear
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ØVERTHINKING
PoetryØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
