By Ariyanna James
Tight in my own skin
It felt wrong
Like I wanted to throw everything in my guts out.
I felt disgusting in my own skin
Everytime I ran my hands on my skin I felt every sense on my skin on overdrive
I felt like my skin was being pulled in a tight claw
It hurt
But it was mostly uncomfortable
I felt like throwing up
But there was nothing to throw up
There was nothing to get out of my body
But I knew the next day I would have to go back to my life.
I didn't want too, I wanted to just be in bed for the rest of my life
Because everytime someone even dared to touch me my throat closed
My bones felt like they were feeling the air
I felt sick and disgusted, the words not enough to describe the feeling of hate
I wanted to melt away
Burn the skin on my bones
Throw up every ounce of acid in my stomach
I wanted to carve out my intestines and throw them away
I felt closed off
A stranger in my own skin
Someones whose blood isn't their own
Whose skin Isn't meant to be their
Whose tongue was dry in their mouth
Dizzy in the head
By Ariyanna James
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