trapped in this flesh, sick, sad, and grotesque. didn't even want to be born, but here i am imprisoned in this world.
grab my knife and peel the flesh, let out my screams and remove the rest, escaping from this flesh prison, escaping the thoughts that left me bedridden. this human form means nothing to me, don't even consider myself a being, a fucking pariah with the desire to feel again and rekindle the fire.
staring down at my hands, over analyzation. thoughts racing through my head, the mental strain i'd rather be dead.
grab my knife and peel the flesh, let out my screams and remove the rest, escaping from this flesh prison, escaping the thoughts that left me bedridden, look in the mirror and all i see, a failure according to society, my hopes and dreams are nothing to them, another unfortunate circumstance.
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