The more frequent they come
The more they leave in their wake
I have an addictive skin disease
My brain is all shards of glass and shiny metal that cling and make sounds
It tells my skin to open up
and maybe there, my disease will crawl inside of it and curl up
Maybe it'll stop stinging as soon
as it gets under my skin to replace the one emotion I can't get rid of
The doctors don't care
Neither does she
They just shrug it off
And so many people have this disease
So many deaths from this insane and misunderstood diseas
They see us every day
They see so many of people like us every day
But my skin is strange
It aches and crumbles
It moves and shakes
And it dosent feel like mine
Nor his
Nor hers
Nor theirs
My body is the skin disease that stems from the very thing that gives me life
Myself,
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Poems
PoesíaThis 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 ...
