Hanging by a moment

Dangling on a string

Easily broken apart by one single cut

Suspicions are hard not to be made

Misery is not a new feeling

It’s an everyday feeling

One I’ve grown use to

I wish things were different

I wish I was gone

Disappear and reappear somewhere else

Or as someone else

The crack is big

Yet invisible to those on the outside

The scars run deep

In this body, I wish wasn’t mine