Confession

hey guys. I need to say something. I may seem happy and just a morbid poem writer. But really i am a suicidal transgender teenager who just lost everything in his/her life that made them happy. the only reason i’m alive is my best friend, and i’m still on the edge. I can’t stop cutting, and i’ve been caught popping pills. I’ve been to 3 mental hospitals in a 3 year interval. I cry myself to sleep. i listen to music to get away.  My dad hung up on me in the mental hospital in october and practically said his girflfriend was more important to him. I decided i need to come clean and show my scars/cuts. Some are old some are new.

One Love

when it hits you in the heart

and every word is a song

when their scent lingers on your arms

and you miss them even in mere seconds

you obsess over your emotion

every little touch

every spark you feel inside

only for this one love.