Picking off my skin like it doesn’t belong to me
Mad at its audacity to grow back and heal
Heal my insides first not my outer shell
The
item is broken but I’ll be damned if the packaging doesn’t look pretty
I’ve lived my life as a ghost so it’s weird to have a body
Horrifying cycle of regeneration means I can’t die like I promised I would
I suppose that’s a good
thing but I fear only a clean break can set me free
But you can’t cold turkey your brain and heart
You can’t fight the withdrawal symptoms of desperate begging dopamine
The key to survival is
procrastination, an ignorance of all that has to change