heres some grotesque i dont htink thats how you write it poetry.

TRIGGER WARNING: self harm, suicide, and quite literally anything  you voulf probablu think of about skin

this is free form because im not good at anything else

my nails pierce my skin just like the blade i use a lot

the lines they make are red, but nothing beyond that

i wish my nails could dig through my skin and rip it off

i am not the person i was before, this skin does not fit me

i'm not sure i even deserve the skin i wear

if i could rip it off, would the stares lessen or be even worse?

if i could change my skin, would i choose what i was before?

what i hate? even if it makes me, me?

or would i choose the skin that makes me whole,

but makes me a different person?

everything i do in this skin seems to make me worse.

makes me an outcast, something to frown upon.

but if i could change that, if i was given the choice,

would i change it?

change my skin to be normal?

but if i was normal, would i be happy? grateful?

individual?

different?