The Stained White Sheet

I am so uncomfortable with myself

I itch everywhere

In guilt

In self pity

And in my unsufferable suffering


Nothing fits me

I belong no where

Not even in my own body


I wonder if blood holds pain

How long could i lay upon a white sheet

Bleeding out all my misery


Maybe then i could finnaly feel clean?

But i am forever

A stained white sheet

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