I am a guest in my own skin
This skin suit is not suited for me
I do not feel at home in my own bones
They ache and creak with each breath I breathe
How does one find their own way out
of their own skin?
My existence, was created from sin
Let me out,
set me free
from my bones
I lost myself in your skin tones
and because of that
I left myself behind
feels like I'm losing my fucking mind
just waiting for the time
when I feel like
this body is mine
2022
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the void in my headspace | poetry by Sydney Calhoon
詩歌A collection of poems from the depths of my soul, bearing to you the darkest, most vulnerable parts of myself. Handle with care.
