there was a void, in the mirror today
when I folded my body, and hung it away
the sunlight shone through the hole in my gut
my body, limp, lifeless, left hanging there, but
i am not dead, far from it, you see
i am alive but this isnt for me
this body of mine, its walls are a scam
it cannot contain the fire I am
it cannot conceal
the feelings within
the wounds that dont heal
are wearing me thin

my mind is rolled out
like dough on a counter
slap me with flour
hands like a pounder
pinch me with salt
that looks white as snow
pinch me with salt
and watch how I'll glow

throw me in the oven
and watch how I cook
silently scorched
but how do I look?
perfectly tanned
instead of sickly pale
this life that I live
fills my veins with hail

you pull me out
of the warmth within
and slice me up
cutting me thin.
a slice of me here,
a slice of me there,
seemingly, slices everywhere

you hand me out
like stapled paper
pages ripped,
and saved for later
you hand me out, to everyone
so everyone can have some fun.

Except for me.

What's left of me?
Nothing left.
And I'm left lonely.