I lay in my semi-permanent bed, disconnected from the world
A bandage was wrapped around my arm
I was cradling my arm, holding my wrist
Tears were streaming down my face
my legs were pulled close to my chest
The lights were off
I'm afraid of the dark now
Too much bad stuff has happened while I'm in the dark
I'm too weak
I'm too afraid
My fear is taking over
The pain isn't helping a single bit
I accidentally knee my arm
"Fffuuuu.."
I trail off, the tears coming faster and in a greater amount
My throat hitches
My bed is no longer safe
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A Boy in Pink
PoetryA trans boy is depressed He hates himself, and others around him Life apparently hates him too A pansexual demigirl is also depressed For different reasons She has been thrown out of her house because she is queer And now we have our little genderfl...
