i’m crying as i type this
my whole world is crashing
i can’t see clearly
and my heart is pumping
the cuts they sting
the pain pills bring
i think i see the light
so maybe this is goodbye.
you see, my father he got a girlfriend
and he loves her more than anything
even his own daughter
who has her ass in therapy
he won’t admit that she abuses me
with all this emotional hurt
so he hangs up the phone while i’m out in yakima, detained.
I stopped going on the weekends
but my ma ain’t any better
she yells cause she’s stressed like i cut when i’m depressed.
my ears can’t take the sound and my heart can’t take the words
I find comfort in a bottle of cough syrup.
My dysphoria is killing me
born in the wrong body
i don’t have the option to fix it
because my momma says no.
my life is broken, my heart is shattered
my arms are bleeding and my life is over.
goodbye? or i’ll see you tomorrow?