Be myself again


I want to scrub my skin till every trace of you is gone
my skin should feel like it’s mine but it doesn’t
I can’t feel comfortable being me again
I need every trace of you gone
I scrub and scrub and you won’t leave
I feel every touch every caress every movement
You won’t leave Christ please leave
I can’t and I won’t live like this
So, I guess I’ll just have to keep scrubbing until I can’t remember

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