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Skin
Always leaning towards
a suicidal tendency,
it’s really killing me,
the paranoia that
everyone wants
to see me six feet deep
is really fucking getting to me.
Why can’t we shed our skin?
The upper epidermis.
Surface level flesh.
The flaky bits
of worrisome shit,
I got to let it go.
Get rid of it.
Nobody knows the mud
better than I did.
I lived in it, I lived in shit.
Swallowing pounds,
or gallons,
or yards
choose the measurement.
Who gives a shit.
I swallowed all of it,
and you’ll never know
how much I’m fucking sick of it.
a suicidal tendency,
it’s really killing me,
the paranoia that
everyone wants
to see me six feet deep
is really fucking getting to me.
Why can’t we shed our skin?
The upper epidermis.
Surface level flesh.
The flaky bits
of worrisome shit,
I got to let it go.
Get rid of it.
Nobody knows the mud
better than I did.
I lived in it, I lived in shit.
Swallowing pounds,
or gallons,
or yards
choose the measurement.
Who gives a shit.
I swallowed all of it,
and you’ll never know
how much I’m fucking sick of it.
Published 23rd Jul 2021
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One man's pain is not another man's comparison.
Everyone feels.
Everyone feels.
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1st Aug 2021 10:37pm
I can definitely identify. It would be really good to be able to shed that outer layer sometimes. Hopefully through writing or some other creative pursuit? Or with a family member/ close friend? I enjoyed the freeform but clear structure, the assonance, occasional rhyme (something I struggle with) and the fact that you bothered to punctuate well.
