Clawing at my flesh,
Sobbing,
And tearing until the bones underneath show.
Why is this my body?
This is not right,
I request a new one.But that's not how it works.
So I continue to claw,
Until my fingernails are stained with my own blood.
But the body that isn't right stays
Never leaving.There's a fire in my chest
And in my hips
That grows stronger on some days, but seems not to be there on others.Every pronoun,
Every name,
Sparks a flame of anxiety and hurt,
Afraid that it'll be wrong,
Afraid that I'll get questioned.So I continue to rip open my flesh,
Even only metaphorically,
Wishing to be out of this goddamn body.
Wishing to simply not exist
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Shadows
Ποίηση*Trigger warnings* Highest ranking: #12 (August 5, 2018) I started writing poetry as a way to express my feelings and expressions in a healthy way. Poetry was one of the first healthy coping mechanisms I found, and for me, it helps so much. Writing...