that smell of decay

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  1. Gabby88

    Gabby88 Member

    Smells like death

    Dreaming of bad days.
    Bad days wanting to dream.
    Reality and dreams make me feel sick and full.
    I’ve lost control
    I fear being left alone, only because Im no longer alone with myself and once there she lets no one in- not even me.
    Where my body is the victim of my mind
    And my mind is the victim of my body.
    Falling into a pit where all my sense(s) drown in the smell of my loose unwashed flesh.
    My life is a packed bag of nothing that I can’t lift.
    Waiting for someone to do it for me.
    The clothes inside don’t fit my head anyway.
    Always waiting.
    Maybe I should just take the new me so at least I can kill it- or wash it.
    The thought makes the bile burn harder.
    Scared to shower.
    Scared to see what lurks beneath the stenchy fabric that sticks to my scaly skin.
    I smell like death- the smell of a body trying to exist after its life has left.
    Scared to sleep because I don’t want to wake and fight my smell.
  2. pit

    pit Well-Known Member

  3. crackedglass

    crackedglass Well-Known Member

    really good poem! hugz x
  4. aki

    aki Well-Known Member

    yep, really powerful.
  5. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    I love it:biggrin: Thanks for sharing!!
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