Body

I hang onto these bones, My bones, Like theyre something I cherish. I dig deep into my skin Like theres something I want Under it. But I dont want anything, I just want the other things to go away As I focus on the relaxing pain Of something interrupting the skin On my wrist. My body is a temple, They say, But I dont think so. Temples arent a disgusting boy Who is filled with rage Trying to get out of his own body.