Jun 2014
To be completely honest, I don’t think I have control over my body anymore.
I think someone else has peeled back my skin, climbed inside of me, and is now walking around as if they are me.
I do not feel human.
I feel as though I am an exoskeleton; or rather skin filled with nothing but bones.
There is nothing to me anymore.
Or maybe there is, but I cannot reach far enough inside of myself to pull that girl back up into her own body.
My mind is blank, yet at the same time it is churning out a million thoughts a second and twisting each syllable into a new form of language that I can not understand.
To be completely honest, I don’t think anyone has control over their bodies anymore.
I rarely see the faces I saw in elementary school, because for some reason we've all become hollow shells of what we used to be.
Our souls are empty.
I've begun to notice that people stare down at phones instead of looking at other individuals; I think it’s because they don’t want to acknowledge the fact that they are not the only carcasses around.
I think as society has developed, we've become more depressed. Not necessarily by the fact that we can no longer see the happiness in the world, but maybe because we look for our happiness in the eyes of the “mentally insane”.
It’s becoming a cycle of, “I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy.”
We all have the bodies of someone else inside of our skin and we cannot get them out.
We slice and cut, drown and suffocate, fill ourselves with drugs made by other empty human beings who are looking for a high to keep them happy.
I think we do these things because it’s the only way we know to get these intruders out.
At this day in age, we are experiencing an extreme identity crisis.
People do not know themselves anymore and in high school they blame their bad behaviors on, “experimenting, trying new things, and attempting to ‘find themselves’”.
In reality though, there is no one to find.
From the day you are born you are given a name that may not (may never) be your name.
You have been placed into a family that may not (may never) be your family.
You are forced into schools where you may not (may never) fit in.
Doctors shove pill capsules filled with chemicals down your throat that may not (may never) make you happy.
I think someone else has peeled back my skin, climbed inside of me, and is now walking around as if they are me.
I do not feel human.
I feel as though I am an exoskeleton; or rather skin filled with nothing but bones.
There is nothing to me anymore.
Or maybe there is, but I cannot reach far enough inside of myself to pull that girl back up into her own body.
My mind is blank, yet at the same time it is churning out a million thoughts a second and twisting each syllable into a new form of language that I can not understand.
To be completely honest, I don’t think anyone has control over their bodies anymore.
I rarely see the faces I saw in elementary school, because for some reason we've all become hollow shells of what we used to be.
Our souls are empty.
I've begun to notice that people stare down at phones instead of looking at other individuals; I think it’s because they don’t want to acknowledge the fact that they are not the only carcasses around.
I think as society has developed, we've become more depressed. Not necessarily by the fact that we can no longer see the happiness in the world, but maybe because we look for our happiness in the eyes of the “mentally insane”.
It’s becoming a cycle of, “I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy, I’m not crazy.”
We all have the bodies of someone else inside of our skin and we cannot get them out.
We slice and cut, drown and suffocate, fill ourselves with drugs made by other empty human beings who are looking for a high to keep them happy.
I think we do these things because it’s the only way we know to get these intruders out.
At this day in age, we are experiencing an extreme identity crisis.
People do not know themselves anymore and in high school they blame their bad behaviors on, “experimenting, trying new things, and attempting to ‘find themselves’”.
In reality though, there is no one to find.
From the day you are born you are given a name that may not (may never) be your name.
You have been placed into a family that may not (may never) be your family.
You are forced into schools where you may not (may never) fit in.
Doctors shove pill capsules filled with chemicals down your throat that may not (may never) make you happy.
Maybe not finished
