TW: Gender dysphoria, self harm, existential crisis
I stand by the rocks
One side of stars
One side of wax
Stuck between them
A line that cannot be crossed
If we can choose sides without a single thought
Without even knowing
I despise this body
The body that my mind is forced into
Like switching sides
That's what the word implies
"Transition"
As if I'm turning into something
But I don't think I am
I've searched for labels
It's nice to have words to describe what you feel
Must it be necessary to treat these words as if their a mockery
Instead of just..... words
People can be so stupid and cruel
Like seagulls flocking to turn a new term into ash
In the end, we will all be in pain
And shall treat that pain like a badge of honor
As if pain is the only requirement for this experience
I can't say that enough
Because nobody can truly listen
There isn't much
To do
Other than
A desire
To cut into bone
YOU ARE READING
Vent art, poetry, and just... vent
PoetryTW, it gets dark. If you have a passion for bizarre stuff and shitty poetry and mental illness then this book is...... concerningly accurate to your unhealthy interests. I'm okay, don't worry 👍😘
