im drifting in and out
floating around
this body does not belong to me

the clench of my hands
physical touch
its all so distant
this body does not contain me

my vision blurs
voices fade
this body is not helping me

the clothes i put on
hats i wear
the glasses that rest on my nose
this body does not represent me

staring in mirrors
clawing at skin
this body will be the death of me

may you learn to be brave
and may you always run carefree,
certain of your worth and the power inside you.
may your song be your own,
and when your song is different from the rest,
sing louder.
may you never forget that you’ve always had wings,
and may they carry you far.

As I lay in bed.
Head on my pillow
Eyes our closed.
I lay here and think is this really
What I want to do with my life?
Is there anything else I want to be?
Is this the real me?
Can't I be better?
I hurt everyone I love.
Everyone I love either dies or walks out.
I grew up with out a father and I barley had a mother.
Times like these are the hardest times.
Please help me.
I am dying inside.