122/Non-binary/Death's Door Truly just writing for myself, whether it's a messy (or not-so-messy) poem or just a "diary" entry. This is where I come to release my deep inner feelings and truly be raw and ugly. Follow if you relate, because that's just a plus. 221 followers / 7.2k words
life is beautiful... like a dark movie through a child's perspective. the only gift we have is the ability to be subjective. i don't want to be perfect. perfection is boring. let's share scars until the early morning.
Already lost the race, Caught up with the new mess I've made. I think it's been a lie, life beneath the sky. Blue, brown, orange, green, The people I have seen.
I wonder if my internet friends would ever know if i was dead or a ghost. I wonder if boys ever thought of being men. Life could just be a sham. Life could just be a dream. I hope.
She has friends with careers, Teslas and Mazaradis... Just to brag for a minute; Just to feel associated. She ain't like them. She ain't like them, At all.