Skin-
My skin feels dirty , cluttered of different people's touches some I wished they didn't touched me some I wish they stayed like how a girl held my hand. As much as I scrub as much as I drowned those memory's deep in the filing cabinet of the brain whare the horror story's live they come up like bubbles. Without a warning im drowned with emotions. I feel like im trapped in a house in a family in a body and i can't escape. My body is cluttered with invisible tattoo of everyone who touched me everyone who made me feel special. people who made me feel not worthy of their love. But im fine im okay without some people but they're memory's live on my skin. Skin is the largest organ in the body it shows that you lived your life.
Sometimes dirty skin is okay. But when you meet new people some of the bad dirt wash away down the sink down the drains.
