I sipped in air, seeking and yearning the relief of oxygen reaching my lungs
There was a pounding in my head,
A burning in my lungs,
My heart was racing,
And my eyes dripping with tears.
My mind was racing
"What if she doesn't like me?
What if she HATES me?
What if she spreads rumors about me?
What if she thinks I'm disgusting and repulsive"
The sudden hatred towards myself startled me
I still continued to hate myself though
Hate the person I've become
Hate Alex
I'm now yearning the relief of death
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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...
