poem, this body
the pain, the way it disobeys, call it human mistake,
but I̸'̵m̴ ̶n̸o̴t̷ ̴h̵u̴m̵a̷n̷.̴,
why do I̵̘̣̓ have to go through these things?
by force of habit, no one cares a singular damn,
about someone who is tired of the pain,
of being in a body which screams it's orders to the brain,
like it has more worth than the most important thing,
such a funny joke, the amount of pain, such a funny joke, the way it screams, and doesn't let you ever rest,
you've gotten accostumed to it, disobeying what you wish,
you have accepted how weak it is,
for you are human,
B̷̨̃U̷̮͆T̶̙̔ ̶̢̉ ̴͎̃I A̷̘͂M̶͙͘ ̸̢͋Ṅ̷̦O̴̥͝T̷̿ͅ!̶͕̇












