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Prisoner in my own body Rapping against the bars of my bones Peeking between my ribs Trying to find a will to live Receiving nourishment Morning, noon, and night Minimal amount of communication In permanent solitude Isolated from the outside world My organs are my only friends In this flesh-encased prison Physically dying as the years go by Mentally dead inside Unable to form full thoughts Unable to create a dream Mind never wandering from the truth Constantly focused on liberty Willing to die for freedom from myself Always trying to escape this hell
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
_hanorah_
Isolation
Prisoner in my own body Rapping against the bars of my bones Peeking between my ribs Trying to find a will to live Receiving nourishment Morning, noon, and night Minimal amount of communication In permanent solitude Isolated from the outside world My organs are my only friends In this flesh-encased prison Physically dying as the years go by Mentally dead inside Unable to form full thoughts Unable to create a dream Mind never wandering from the truth Constantly focused on liberty Willing to die for freedom from myself Always trying to escape this hell
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Sunken eyes, leaking invisible tears The pain is present, but it fails to affect me Numbness hindering my ability to function Intelligence high, emotions low. Glancing out the classroom window, But i can feel the pressure of The Anatomy teacher’s plastic skeleton’s Empty eye sockets Staring into my soul Mocking my very being Reminding me of my eminent failure. Can’t be a coincidence, It knows I’m a living body It knows i go through each day like a routine Wake up, brush your teeth, wash your face Avoid looking in the mirror to acknowledge the disgrace That is you. You have failed Each and every person in your life The one who mattered got away and hasnt loved you since You’re stuck You’re broken You’re alone The stack of plastic bones Won’t fail to remind you of that Neither will every bland bowl of soup Every typical day Every textbook passage and each false smile presented To those who think you’re their friend But they don’t really know that you’re not capable of caring About anyone Including yourself. Staring out a subway window Lost in my own head Never failing to forget Having to let everything go But there’s nothing i regret Though I’ve done so much wrong My heart is empty and pale Barely even beating An Empty soul with an overcrowded mind Can never stop thinking Of everything I’ve ever done wrong Trying to feel remorse, finding nothing but blackness Nothing but a blank expression. I now realize why that skeleton was staring at me It was showing me my reflection. I have rotted away everything that makes me who i am I’m left with the bare minimum of a human being. The ability to follow routines and instructions.
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Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
_hanorah_
Empty
Sunken eyes, leaking invisible tears The pain is present, but it fails to affect me Numbness hindering my ability to function Intelligence high, emotions low. Glancing out the classroom window, But i can feel the pressure of The Anatomy teacher’s plastic skeleton’s Empty eye sockets Staring into my soul Mocking my very being Reminding me of my eminent failure. Can’t be a coincidence, It knows I’m a living body It knows i go through each day like a routine Wake up, brush your teeth, wash your face Avoid looking in the mirror to acknowledge the disgrace That is you. You have failed Each and every person in your life The one who mattered got away and hasnt loved you since You’re stuck You’re broken You’re alone The stack of plastic bones Won’t fail to remind you of that Neither will every bland bowl of soup Every typical day Every textbook passage and each false smile presented To those who think you’re their friend But they don’t really know that you’re not capable of caring About anyone Including yourself. Staring out a subway window Lost in my own head Never failing to forget Having to let everything go But there’s nothing i regret Though I’ve done so much wrong My heart is empty and pale Barely even beating An Empty soul with an overcrowded mind Can never stop thinking Of everything I’ve ever done wrong Trying to feel remorse, finding nothing but blackness Nothing but a blank expression. I now realize why that skeleton was staring at me It was showing me my reflection. I have rotted away everything that makes me who i am I’m left with the bare minimum of a human being. The ability to follow routines and instructions.
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