they talk to me,
think i'm listening.
but really, i am swallowing
words of self-hatred.
my heart beats but
there is no sound.
my pulse is felt,
but no life.
when i look in
the mirror,
i see a lot of things,
but none of them are me.
i am trapped inside
my own body,
i yearn to get out.
people think i am
breathing, but no,
i choke.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 5:18 AM UTC
they talk to me,
think i'm listening.
but really, i am swallowing
words of self-hatred.
my heart beats but
there is no sound.
my pulse is felt,
but no life.
when i look in
the mirror,
i see a lot of things,
but none of them are me.
i am trapped inside
my own body,
i yearn to get out.
people think i am
breathing, but no,
i choke.
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