My skin, I want to pull away

My mind imprisoned, every day

The pain, the breath, the heat, the cold

Too much, too little, make it go

Breath comes harder, blocked, impatient

Don’t want this body, take it, TAKE IT

Dead weight keeping me from flying

Maybe even worse than dying

Feeling trapped inside my skin

A battle I can never win

Illness, discomfort, flaws and pain

My thoughts are stuck inside my brain

My bones are screaming to be freed

From this rotting piece of meat

Decaying even while I walk

Consciousness trapped, my soul is locked

I’d tear the skin right off my bones

If it weren't for the life it owns

For death’s a painful, risky bet

How have I not gone mad just yet?