shadows

Last night I fell asleep pretending I was someone else. Not so different - I almost always do.

This morning I realized that, more worrisome, I spend all day pretending I'm someone else. And it's only subconciously, in the middle of the night, that I face the real me. And that's when I realize how much I really hate myself.

I wake up with long cuts all over my arms, my stomach, my legs. Even though I have no finger nails anymore. Even though I don't remember scratching or even being itchy.

Guess my subconscious isn't as strong as my mind during the day. Because I spend all day avoiding doing the exact same thing. And at night, I can't control it at all.

I hate this skin. I don't belong in it. All that's left is to pretend.

...take a look at my body, look at my hands... there's so much here that I don't understand..