do you listendo you listen tothe whispering on the water?scrawled across the surface,wandering cold,the children are scared.
Heavy feet and heavy lidsHeavy feet and heavy lids,Bones, they creak and snap in two,Clinging clothes and bleeding scars,Broken sighs and silent worries.Tattered sheets upon stained beds,The tired body is cold on through,Dirt falling away from hers,Putting to rest the sorry.Rose blushed cheeks and upturned head,High up hopes in skies sky blue,Soft held hands and jumping stars,Voices lost in sunshine flurries.
Not Trans EnoughNo, no I'm not alright.I thought I was okay when I thought I got over them. I thought everything was fine when I thought I knew who I was, but then they come in and tell me who I am and who I'm supposed to be.But low, I'm not even Trans* enough.I'm not Trans* enough because I'm apprehensive about taking T.I'm not Trans* enough because I'm not constantly ogling over girls.I'm not Trans* enough because I like to wear dresses from time to time.I'm not Trans* enough because I don't work out at the gym.I'm not Trans* enough because I like to Sew and Bake.I'm not Trans* enough because I didn't 'come out' when I was 3.I'm not Trans* enough because I'm not out to most people I know.I'm not Trans* enough because I don't pack (and don't really want to)I'm not Trans* enough because I don't have 'bottom' dysphoriaI'm not Trans* enough because my name is gender neutral. I'm not Trans* enough because I've only ever had crushes on guys.I'm not Trans* enough because public washrooms sca
ConfusionI'm just the one who smilesJust so you do, tooI'm the one who's laughingStanding right behind youI'm the one hiding from the spot lightJust so someone else can have itI'm the one who keeps it all insideJust to make room for youI'm just the one who is never happyJust appears that wayI'm the one with scars on my armsJust to be betterI'm the one you'll never understandNo matter how much you want to
OopsI'm going to kill myself.Not tonight.Probably not tomorrow.But I leave in the morning to go back to school,And I have a feeling I won't be coming home.I should probably be more concerned.Oh well.