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Marsdmel
22/Trans Male I’ve always wanted to be a writer and now I work in computer science... C’est la vie, I guess..?
Take off the mask, remove the cloth that binds your chest, that keeps your emotions in check. The cloth that, wound around you helps to keep your memories away. Memories of all the pain and anguish that you force yourself to cower from, in fear of self-destruction. You know that only time can heal, you know that time is scant. But sometimes wounds leave nasty scars, scars that fade leaving a shadow of pain. A mark of the suffering endured. Her smile and eyes that once held warmth in my gaze, now warp in my inner eye as cold malicious ones. Accusing me of rash decisions, of abandonment. You put the pen to the paper, words flow out, but they mean nothing, words of anger and sorrow and rage. Words of longing and pain. You know there’s more to yourself than all that she was to you, but women tend to get in your head. passion becomes your primary fault. Everyone you have ever loved has hated you once before. The words are so simple, yet so painful. Painful enough to spring tears to your eyes. Painful enough to remind you of the love with which she kissed all that you hated about yourself. Leaving you with a pain in my chest, a pain that makes you want to claw at your chest for relief.
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
Of Time and Healing
A flight here and a flight there Let me compensate for not being there When you needed me When you need me I taught you how to deal with pain While being lonely I thought you how to fight away the demons By leaving them to feast on your flesh To gnaw at your bones To leave you for dead And I return to take you on a trip To take you away from the misery that i am blind toward That I do not know you have I taught you how to talk through your fears Now the only ones you talk to are in your brain No father, I will not shed a tear I am the water beneath the desert the undiscovered landmines in the soil I am held back tears and the god of war The war against pain As I fight in the trenches In a battlefield facing myself Battling an enemy that is closer than the end of my nose Breathing so heavy, until the pain to goes to hell Don’t let me see the tear stains on your sweater sleeve You are not the child i birthed You are but a machine Do you not feel a thing? Can you not say you’re glad? I’ve never seen you smile Is that a tear in your eye? Save it for later Throw away the paper You cannot be another traitor To your brain Do not talk about your heart you are not a painter No woman, i am not your child I am nobody’s daughter Just a trapped little boy Screaming through the windows Cause you won’t let me out Of this house made of hate With these cracks in the walls That lets in little rays of love That I am too afraid to touch Because i barely know love But the walls of my house are my skin and my bones And the prison called *** that is set on the roof No I’m not complaining I’m just being honest Didn’t you teach me that when you said I was going to be nothing When you called me a pig and I learnt to cry silently Now I almost always cry silently ~~ For these are the scars that I bear on my soul That I wear on my sleeve For i have been told that there is beauty in acceptance In accepting what you’ve faced And learning how to be loved And how to be alone
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
An Unspoken Conversation With My Parents
A flight here and a flight there Let me compensate for not being there When you needed me When you need me I taught you how to deal with pain While being lonely I thought you how to fight away the demons By leaving them to feast on your flesh To gnaw at your bones To leave you for dead And I return to take you on a trip To take you away from the misery that i am blind toward That I do not know you have I taught you how to talk through your fears Now the only ones you talk to are in your brain No father, I will not shed a tear I am the water beneath the desert the undiscovered landmines in the soil I am held back tears and the god of war The war against pain As I fight in the trenches In a battlefield facing myself Battling an enemy that is closer than the end of my nose Breathing so heavy, until the pain to goes to hell Don’t let me see the tear stains on your sweater sleeve You are not the child i birthed You are but a machine Do you not feel a thing? Can you not say you’re glad? I’ve never seen you smile Is that a tear in your eye? Save it for later Throw away the paper You cannot be another traitor To your brain Do not talk about your heart you are not a painter No woman, i am not your child I am nobody’s daughter Just a trapped little boy Screaming through the windows Cause you won’t let me out Of this house made of hate With these cracks in the walls That lets in little rays of love That I am too afraid to touch Because i barely know love But the walls of my house are my skin and my bones And the prison called *** that is set on the roof No I’m not complaining I’m just being honest Didn’t you teach me that when you said I was going to be nothing When you called me a pig and I learnt to cry silently Now I almost always cry silently ~~ For these are the scars that I bear on my soul That I wear on my sleeve For i have been told that there is beauty in acceptance In accepting what you’ve faced And learning how to be loved And how to be alone
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