I feel like I'm dying from the inside,
Rotting, beneath a skin that won’t let go.
No oxygen to reach the bones,
Yet the surface remains untouched,
Vacuum-sealed, untouched by the world.

The rot festers where no one can see,
Hidden, sealed tight, growing,
An emptiness that spreads, unnoticed.
The outside remains whole,
Untouched by the decay that tears me apart.

One day, the seal will fail,
My body will crack and break,
The rot inside will flood the surface,
And I will crumble from within,
The weight of it all too much to bear.

And the world will see
What has been slowly eating me,
The truth, long buried beneath the skin,
Will finally spill out,
And they will know,
Too late, how far the rot had spread.