I can't be in my skin... I so often see myself from the outside, as if from behind my shoulder.

I am suddenly outside, and see this shell shaking; the hands noticeably trembling, my breath pausing in an attempt to hide the accelerated heartbeat.

The skin goes from white to red and back to white, over and over in seconds, and tiny drops of sweat start permeating the skin that can barely hold the bones and guts within.

I fall asleep and then feel as if my face was dragged through the carpet and cannot move, but then, a mirror, a window... The reflection of this empty shell of a body, with a glaring smile, moving with all confidence, as if it was enjoying not having me inside.

The look on her face is so loving, but I can't... I don't know if I want to wake up at this time.
Fear is a potent sedative, so I just close my eyes and let my body drag my conscience while singing myself a lullaby.

© Will