I wish I could rip my skin off,
I just hate the way it feels.
Tears run down my face,
because it's like I'm in a prison and I can't escape.

It stretches over my muscles and my bones
like a canvas.
I wish I could unzip it, step out of it like if it were a suit.
I'd iron out the wrinkles and give it away, where it would be used.

And I would, if I could,
rip my heart from my chest
and my brain from my head
because my thoughts seem to have no end.
I want to be alone for once!
I just want peace and quiet!
Thinking is painful,
my brain is like a garden.
But not full of flowers, no,
this one is filled with thorns.
Overgrown and exceptionally ugly,
it would seem that there is no escape for me.

No escape for me from this body...
I imagine death will be such a relief.
I feel so trapped, it's like I'm...