Rip them off, take them away;
I cannot cope, not one more day.
Claw at the skin, tear off the flesh.
If only it was easy to edit the mesh.
Instead I’m trapped in a body not mine,
I keep on screaming, but I keep in the line.
It hurts to breathe, more so to exist.
Don’t know how much longer that I can resist
The vultures that circle above my head.
They await the fall, the river runs red.
Act like a martyr but just another victim
Of the saviours who lie and do nothin...