Wrong (Pt.Il) Poem by egg hihi

My skin feels like it's too tight for my bones.

Like it'd try to rip but it couldn't.

Like instead, my bones would crack and burst,

Rather than rip my flesh open.

My skin feels like it'd suffocate me,

It's trying to steal my gut's air and stop me from breathing.

And I know that
When I'll try to sleep tonight,

My brain will fill my mind with pictures

Of skin giving bones scary fractures.

Of my skin being too tight.

My skin doesn't feel right.