This feeling of listlessness, makes me want to sink my nails into my skin and claw it off.

It makes me want to rip my hair from its roots.

I need to get out,
I need my skeleton to split the seams of this flesh
and I need it to run.
I need to run.

i am not who i was before,

i am changed
i am distorted,
misshapen
skewed
marred.

yet my skin looks the same.