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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