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In My Own Skin

I hate the way I feel inside poison infiltrates the mind my body's numb a final breath 'cos there's nothing left in life... but death I see the sickness ruling me shattered hope and broken dreams as hopeless as it's always been I just can't live in my own skin cos danger is my middle name and my first and last is hate and pain a sense of worth that's bound by shame with hatred's running thru my veins a living grave an empty soul life has finally took its toll its left me marked and dead within so the light inside is burning dim battle scars run wide and deep I just can't practice what I preach I never take my own advice and always pay the highest price my will to be is dead within I just can't live in my own skin

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 10/8/2017 9:12:00 AM
Wrenching pen, visceral read for anyone who's ever been anywhere close to feeling I'll in their own skin, so well done. Hugs and a wish for ease of being. xomo
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