this isn’t my skin, nor my body. i’m trapped in this cage. my soul, my heart does not beat the same. this isn’t me? this doesn’t feel right. i don’t think it ever did. as i write these words nothing makes sense. this can’t be it. this isn’t my life. this body is foreign to me, this isn’t my skin. my soul is screaming can’t you see? all this rage, all that anger i know where it stems from, it’s because i feel lost, that this isn’t me. you’re trapped, your hearts breaking, your soul is tormenting you. 

you know what you have to do. it won’t be easy. your life never was. i’m sorry you’ve felt this way for so long, you were so quiet it was like you could forget the pain, the suffering if only for a second in the silence, in the peace that you’d be stronger tomorrow. soon you’ll be able to breath and exhale. 

things will change, you will be able to begin again. there is always the hope that comes with starting a new. 

–my body is a cage.