Most days I'm so antsy that I feel like I could jump out of my skin.
A mind that never stops searching
For what is it,
That's within?
I just want my mind to stop
Asking things that have no certainty. Things outside of useless theory.
My skin crawls and itches.
This body feels fake.
As if I could sink my fingers into my cheeks.
Puncture skin and feel my skull underneath.
Rip that ****
Right off my face.
Dig my nails in and hope to God
My soul escapes.

A fleshy prison.
A slavery state.
A slippery *****.
A dire fate.

They says life's a game
But I don't wanna play.
Most of the time I wonder
Why was I ever born this way?