Taking a pen to paper is the only way I get to get rid of pain.
It's truly a terrible habit.
I started it in the summer of 2017 when I first brandished my pen.
Every time something happens.
Everytime something that effects me.
I brandish the pen.
It's not the act which I draw is soothing. But it's the ink on paper.
The ink is what gives it away.
I hide my pictures. Terrible stains on a paper covers with bed sheets.
I hide them under my bed sheets
But when I can't hide the pictures
I panic
Hopping nobody notices them
Wishing in every star that nobody mentions something about the hideous drawings.
My family is aware I draw.
They thought I stopped
That why I'm afraid if they'll find out.
They hate it when I draw.
It's the only way I can get rid of my feelings is ink.
They really don't like it
They might have to send me to a person to help me draw.
I can't do that
I don't want them to know about my drawings.
I don't want them to get out to the public.
Even if it is just ink on paper
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PoetryThis is not a story!! This is a collection of poems that help me express what I'm thinking. I'm a trans man (ftm) and I like to write about it on here along with my mental health stuff. So have fun *****warning****** Tiggers May include: Depression ...
