I lay in bed and just think about how tired I am of living in this body.
My bones feel like prison bars,
My brain is a cruel jailer-
My very skin is an offense against my tired soul I feel the need to tear apart.
I'm exhausted of caring for this body.
Sometimes, I just want to be free.
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Beneath the Wave
PoetryA collection of poems I write, mostly about my mental health. Disclaimer: Some poems are very dark. They discuss my trials and feelings about my mental health issues and my battle against sickness. Poetry has always been an outlet for all of the dar...
