years ago on days cold
i wished that i was somebody else
by escaping the feelings
-the skincrawling feelings-
i would erase history

a destructive phase
crushing rocks threatening
me in my dreams
to the sunny shores
to a party
and no one knew my name

rise tension rise
i can sympathize
with the nobodies
i am the watcher
wading in to rooms
puddled with emotion

why am i not afraid
death came early
housed in every cell
of my body
i am scarred deep
but i can feel everything