Friday, May 6, 2011


This skin I'm in doesn't feel right.
I hate it.
My body is simple but has no filter in the brain.
I wish that some one would just take me away.
As the night dances slowly in place, the world around me never stays.
I'm yanked in and out of my place and never put back.
I'm used, abused, and thrown around.
I hate my body it's always violated, never kept sacred.
I miss the old days when I never had to see your face in my dreams.
I miss all the old people I used to see.
Now I'm in a nightmare that never ends.

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