And it's not that I don't feel safe with myself,
or with this environment even...
The longer I am here,
the more I lose my...
The stress builds
until my hands shake...
The dysphoria feels like a punch to the gut,
feeling fine then suddenly out of place...
The choices I have made, this one in particular,
will not grant me any reprieve...
In the darkness,
all the inks in the world...
Whenever
we are losing...
In time I find this bitter feeling
Creeping up my spine...
a rose i drench with love
in hopes it’ll wither not...
And I will do whatever it takes to survive. Even...
I have made it through
more hurdles than I can count...
This was supposed to be a rap,
But I got emotional...