I've never felt this way before, this badly about the skin I am in. Nobody understands it, nobody would want to understand it. I wouldn't wish this kind of hell I've been dragged into onto anybody. I want to unzip my skin. I look at my body and I know that I don't want it. I want to step out of my body, and leave this awful feeling. I want to be free of it. I would leave it there on the ground, it's where it belongs. It'll get stepped on. But it's alright; because my body is already tainted with scars, and stretch marks, and fingerprints of those who have loved and left me, and bruises, and all of the abuse from myself and others suctioned into my pores. I don't want a new body. I don't want a new body to abuse and manipulate, I don't want another reminder that I'm never good enough. I don't want a new body that I'll only end up loathing, a new body that I'll have to continue this dreaded cycle with. I don't want to start at square one again.
I just want out of this body.
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enouement
Non-Fictionenouement- (n.) the bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self - a collection of feelings.
