let's be friends
Taking a steady breath I will walk out of my house into the streets where I am terrified to show myself for me, terrified because people shove the words of hate and abuse down my throat, terrified to show them my scars that I have from feeling this abuse all around and in me. "why can't we just be friends" I will whisper in my head while they come behind me and punch and pick on me for being "gay" or being a "tranny".
All you feel is numbness because the abuse is kicking you every corner you turn you feel as no were is safe so you long to be nowhere because then only then you will be safe. You wander around thinking how this is fair, why it is happening?
let's just be friends.
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depressed and overdressed
Poetrythis book is full of my poetry about depression self-harm suicide and dysphoria. please make sure you're in a safe place too read these poems and make sure you do seek support from anyone! I always hear <3
