Pure white bone

onto which

muscle is sown

skin much akin

to my own.

I tried to forget, I buried

many of my feelings, they were varied

Couldn't tell what I thought

inside my head, wars were fought.

I wanted to rip the meat from my skin

take away the heat

and eat my grin.

Every day

is a deeper shade of grey

If only, I knew how to say

I'm having trouble with the fray

of the replay.

Anyway,

I always had a problem with running away

It led me astray

Put me on an airway

to my dismay

I guess I'm just midway

through this disarray.