Help, Help is what my inner brain weeps because i'm losing myself it seems becoming this nasty vile thing
Not human no not this being, for this sick thing is full of guilt and selfish thoughts that it’s done no wrong
Help i ask myself only for the being to ignore it drowning itself in teenage angst because it has nothing better to do this creature is me even as hard as that is to see , gross gross thing get help and flee from me, my body i don’t want you nor should you want me this thing is not me and I never want it to be