The trespasser has torn my skin <br />Drowning my screams till I cannot breath <br />till i degenerate into a puddle of mush. <br />No help for my insignificant <br />thing under the skin. <br /> <br />The thing i cannot see, that isn't mine. <br />The insignificant thing, <br />my soul <br /> <br />The trespasser tore my skin and <br />stole my thing and then left nothing inside. <br /> <br />Outside I'm bleeding but inside I'm dead. <br />What does it matter, i have no head. <br />i have no heart. <br />i'm born alone. <br />Justified justice that i die alone, <br />and die without a thing.<br /><br />Meagan Peters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-the-skin/
