I feel like I'm disappearing in my own skin
It's not who I am. Am I someone forgotten?
Forgotten to care for myself when I’m drowning in a pit of sorrow.
For the heavens to forbid
I am someone I am not -
My own personality is undid
I can’t tell myself apart,
I tear myself apart
As if I am pulling at my own skin to feel like me again.
Then I am not someone worth remembering.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 2:31 AM UTC
I feel like I'm disappearing in my own skin
It's not who I am. Am I someone forgotten?
Forgotten to care for myself when I’m drowning in a pit of sorrow.
For the heavens to forbid
I am someone I am not -
My own personality is undid
I can’t tell myself apart,
I tear myself apart
As if I am pulling at my own skin to feel like me again.
Then I am not someone worth remembering.
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