Toxic Waste Roses

Empty Skin

Empty skin, I can’t stand up
My legs comprised of a cotton coating
I’d love to say that I’ve had enough
But I know that life just keeps on going

With each day I struggle, to stay sane
Endless pain keeps rotting the brain
There’s no way out of this prison, commissioned and envisioned
To keep me imprisoned, so that I may be slain

I want, to feel no longer
Please rip my nerves right out of my skin
Hang them all upon the walls like decoration
Held in place by rusty thumb tacks and pins

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Friends are what keep me going, but are also able to tear me apart. Not a fun power I give such people, that's why only a handful have this ability. This had nothing to do with the above writing.

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