****.
This *****.
Voice dysphoria is a *****, they weren't lying when they said that second puberty really hits.
Every time I try to sing it cracks and ****.
Wake up every morning sounding sick.
I just want a deep voice like corpse.
But instead I just sound like a pony, a little hoarse.
****.
This *****.

On the blank pages I
write,
trying to understand why my heart feels so
contrite.
Staring off into the distance,
shutting off thoughts to which I don't want to
listen.
Pain and sorrow etched in so deep
we have become One.
I've always had hope,
but sometimes it feels like I've lost.
Like I've lost Me.
Who is Me? Why is it Me? What do I get from this? Where will it lead? When will it End?
Endless questions.
They're all devoid of answers.
Will someone just hand me a **** lifeline already?
Everytime I feel like I'm drowning.
I am.
I AM DROWNING!
or am I learning to breathe underwater?
Only time will tell.

Time takes too long.