Skin don’t fit

I wear my body like it’s rented

Loose and torn, barely fitted

Something’s wrong beneath the surface

Like it’s rotting on purpose

Fingertips don’t exist

Like they’re numb or not my own

I keep scratching just to check

If there’s anything below

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Peel it back, look inside

There’s nothing there to find

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I think there’s something wearing me

Walking where I used to be

Smiling with my teeth, not me

Just a shape they let you see

I don’t breathe, I imitate

Every move a second late

If I cut it, would it show…

I was gone a long time ago?

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I hear footsteps when I’m still

Feel a presence in my ribs

Like my chest is not a cage

More a place something lives

Every mirror bends my face

Just enough to feel off

Like it knows I shouldn’t be here

Like it’s waiting for me to drop

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Knock it out, dig it free

But it’s stitched itself to me

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I think there’s something wearing me

Walking where I used to be

Talking like it learned my voice

Like I never had a choice

I don’t sleep, I shut away

Let it take me day by day

If I scream, it won’t come through…

It’s the only thing they hear, not you

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If I carve deep, will I find it?

Or just empty space behind it?

If I vanish piece by piece

Would it finally release?

Or would it stay…

Even after I decay?

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Don’t look close

Don’t ask why

There’s something wrong

Behind my eyes

And if I fade…

Don’t be surprised

I was never

Alive