#11 Save me from this torment.
“Sometimes,
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.”
Not just that, I hate hearing myself speak. I despise my voice. I cannot stand my handwriting. I absolutely hate that my hair is always standing up, I hate that my bones are heavier than the average. I just hate everything in me. The hair, the face, the attitude, the everything.
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.”
Not just that, I hate hearing myself speak. I despise my voice. I cannot stand my handwriting. I absolutely hate that my hair is always standing up, I hate that my bones are heavier than the average. I just hate everything in me. The hair, the face, the attitude, the everything.
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