Here's to Acutane
I can’t feel anything My face is red and burns all the time my lips are cracked but that is ok since I’m opening them less and less and less every day now I can’t be out in the sun or I’ll bake off but at least I’m not guilty for staying in my room as much as possible I’ve got scales on my hands and I cry over little things and occasionally I do over nothing at all but mum says my complexion is looking much better and when I look in the mirror I can almost see me GBEthis was the first poem i wrote, four years ago when i was 14. I was on a pretty severe facial medicine and it put me into a depression that lasted several months. it was effective though, to say the very least. This poem is so simple and all, and I can't really even remember why I picked up my pen and wrote it. But there is something powerful about its honesty. I don't know Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 04:15 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"I can’t feel anything..."