I wish to write on my skin
all the things I have faced,
all the damages I have caused,
all the hours spent on thinking over
every little detail of how my life
felt like falling apart,
all the words that seemed to
reach through hidden veins,
all the thoughts that choked
me to sleep and left me empty dreams,
all the tears that I’ve kept on drying
because I couldn’t bear pain
like everybody else,
all those eyes that made me feel naked
and aware of who I wasn’t supposed to be,
all those nights I spent trying to make
the morning reach me faster,
all those feelings crawling just
beneath my flesh, breaking it open
when someone tries a touch,
all those pain I wanted to mark
others with because they don’t know
what it feels like to be someone
you’ve always tried to forget,
and all those people you tried to call, “Yourself”.



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