Sometimes the music helps.
I can feel it flow into my ears with colors not even the eye can see.
It pops and it fizzes.
I cleans the plaque build up in the bare of my skull.
It scrubs it down to make it looks nice and shiny.
But when the music doesn't work
It slides into my ear, like a black and smiley snake.
It hisses and spits.
It coils around the mess in my head, only making it worse with all the noises and pain
It splits the two hemispheres of my head into two.
I'm scared
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PoesiaThis is not a story!! This is a collection of poems that help me express what I'm thinking. I'm a trans man (ftm) and I like to write about it on here along with my mental health stuff. So have fun *****warning****** Tiggers May include: Depression ...
