phantom skin
I came out age 12 but I still feel condemned to this skin and bones that is called my body, why have I been cursed with this female cage when all I feel is male. When you mistakenly call me "she" that fucking kills because I am no girl I may have the body of one but deep within me I have all the carticristics of a boy so please let me break away from my skin.
It is hell to wake up and see what I want to cut away so badly, it is hell to be trapped in the one thing you should feel most free in. Being trans is not an achievement to be flogged about with the other attention seeking behaviors, it is a painful existence for were you never feel as you are inside.
I can not tell you how hard it is to bleed every month without your wanting to do so having all these hormones that do not match with your brain telling you "you are a man" you feel like a ghost in your own flesh and all you want is to escape it all. Someone telling you that you do look like a girl is like a knife to your heart because you do everything to be a "man".
you bind your chest so tight that you can hardly breathe because you desire a flat chest so badly, your arms are covered in cuts of all lengths and depth because you need to be free so bad. this phantom skin is weird to live in so please find me a way out,
if you love me at all.
YOU ARE READING
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
