Dysphoria, it wraps and weaves but plunges me like a knife,
Dysphoria, it's like a big useless chest binder that tightens around your self-esteem.
Dysphoria, It is my best friend, but I smile in joy when it briefly leaves.
Dysphoria, My thighs, my chest, my hair, my jaw, my eyes and my smile write 'Her' 'She' 'Female' Girl'.

                                  Dysphoria, I'm always alone.

The symptoms included:
Chest tightness, nauseas
Laboured breathing, heavy heart.
They say it’s a natural reaction
—I must be allergic—

To

     Bitter memories and regrets.

In my head
I have this mantra
For anytime I feel uncomfortable
Or sad
Or just plain bad

I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home
I want to go home

The saddest part
Is that I say it in my own house

Dear, The thinkers, Dreamers, Poets, Artists, Passionate people, and Questioners

Thank you
Without you, the world would be nothing

From,
A strange stranger

the void
is coming
i cannot stop it
it feels
like a tugging on my soul
i can feel the cold touch of the hands
creeping up my shoulder
trying to pull down
please save me
the world hurts
why do they hate me
why do they hate me
why am i like this
i hate myself
but i hate everyone around me
but i seem happy
what is wrong with me
what is wrong with me
why dont i get help
save me
save me
the cuts on my arms
that are not there
because i convince myself
that its ok
i dont need to hurt myself
but when im curled up against my wall
crying
because the sorrow is overwhelming
i dont know what is wrong with me
what is wrong with me
save me save me save me
please
please
please
please
the fog is coming
the void is coming
the world is too much
its too much
i hate it
i hate it
i hate everyone
i trust one person in this world
but even he will turn on me in my time of sadness
maybe he wont
but i never know
god
what is wrong with me
i feel like i should stop
but the words just spill out of me
like a bubbling can of soda pop
but why do i feel this way
everything in my life is ok
my family is loving
my 'friends'
my dog
my cat
save me
save me
save me
save me
save me
save
me
please

We felt like he needed to run our country.
But we were wrong.
My closest friends,
My family,
Had to run away,
Because of
The Orange Man.
And here i sit,
Watching my country burn,
Because of
The Orange Man.
He's going to ruin us all.

By tomorrow,
He'll sit in his throne,
Ruling with an iron fist,
Smiling an Orange grin,
The Orange Man,
The Orange Man.
He's going to ruin us all.

I need help
so I yell and I scream at them
until my lungs give up
and my heart gives out.
silently wishing, hoping
they’ll understand that
I’m not a terrible person.
I’m just hurting

I need help
so I etch the pain into my skin
pleading, begging, praying
for someone to notice the glaring welts

I need help
so I skip one meal
then three
make a chart for the weights
and the calories
waiting to reach the impossible goal

I need help
but I shake in my seat
suffocating in my own lungs
tumbling out of control
I grip my seat so tight my knuckles turn white
wait until
my breath hitches,
my breathing stops