Why?
As my world falls apart,
Why does my skin crave to be
Torn apart?
Avoidance is how,
Noises I deal with,
Busy it.
Bizit,
Bull sh*.
But I don't swear.
Where is this all coming from??
I feel lost in darkness,
Blinded by a bright light,
Alone in a crowd,
Crowded in my own mind.
When will the ants crawling all over my skin leave?
I. Feel. Less. Than. Human.