Mon, 07/01/2013 - 01:10 -- K9901


Skin. The reason we're all here. The thing that keeps us together. Please come off.                               I do not wish to be here much longer. I wish to hover above all of the other hopeless people. Wanting to hear their thoughts. Wanting nothing more than to be invisible.                                                     Tear me apart. Do not shout my name. I am here underneath everything. The weight of pressure, anxiety, and society holding me down.                                                                                                    Pale. My skin is pale. In the unwanted sunlight it burns. Burns as if i am on fire. Tearing away at me are the thoughts that I keep to myself.                                                                                                    Will anybody ever understand?                                                                                                                                       Harming. I harm my skin. Purposely? I see a reason for pain.                                                                   Is this really who I am?                                                                                                                              Skin, please, if you do hear me, break away. Stare upon the living people of the earth. The people who wish for protection and comfort.                                                                                                         I am blemished forever. My experiemces will not advance me to do anything else.I wish to be in a placid place where nobody can encounter me.                                                                                         Underneith it all, I am here. Skin, Are you there?


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