I feel like I don't belong in my own body
Like a guest that is not wanted
It feels like I am stuck in a house that does not fit me
Most of the outlets do not work
The base boards creak under weight
The walls have holes that look like gun shots
The house feels haunted by its past
Everyday it feels like the walls have closed in a little bit more
This house does not want me in it
This house wants me to leave
But there are no doors
I cannot escape this house
I cannot escape my body
But I cannot make it my home either
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Blood Stains
Poetry*trigger warning* I'm lost•I'm broken•I'm hurt•I'm sorry ~the ones marked "x" are about my struggle with food and eating~
