When will I ever get to bleed me? - DYSPHORIC DIARIES
When will I ever get to bleed myself? When will my soul fit into what's supposed to be my own body? This is something I was meant to be given to me at birth. But it's not, and no amount of black paint will hide my sorrows or make it seem right.
But what if it were? What if I was given my skin? I would never get to understand the pain of being trapped in a cage of yourself. I would have never got to know what it feels like to bleed foreign blood.
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Mother, this isn't me that you're seeing. You have to understand that this is who I've always been. You deny to label the way you see me but you know damn well who I am. Yet you put me in labelled boxes regardless of what I've always stood for.
I'll talk to you when I look like me
I'll talk to you when it is me that is staring back at the mirror
I'll talk to you when I bleed me.
-elio
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Social Misfits
RandomThese are just some of my works. They're about society, gender dysphoria, parents, falling in love, and just being a teen in general.
