A poem I just wrote about my some current struggle with dysphoria and wanted to share this to somewhere
My body, is under attack,
And my face is a crack.
A shell someone glued on,
Can't seem to move on.
Wishing there was an end,
OH WHY can't it mend!
This shell in the mirror,
Evoking nothing but horror.
And whenever it speaks.
The floor it creaks.
And then the shell,
tightens to hell...
So, I am doomed to silence
While dying of internal violence.
My mind long astray.
Luckily, Body knows the way
Of how to run without a brain.
How am I still sane?
kamills @sh.itjust.works - 2mon
Damn, that made me feel things. The bad days comes once in a while
ItsLucky in trans
A poem I just wrote about my some current struggle with dysphoria and wanted to share this to somewhere
My body, is under attack, And my face is a crack. A shell someone glued on, Can't seem to move on. Wishing there was an end, OH WHY can't it mend!
This shell in the mirror, Evoking nothing but horror. And whenever it speaks. The floor it creaks. And then the shell, tightens to hell...
So, I am doomed to silence While dying of internal violence. My mind long astray. Luckily, Body knows the way Of how to run without a brain. How am I still sane?
Damn, that made me feel things. The bad days comes once in a while
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I feel your pain ♥️
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