My life has been long and hard. But i have survived. My life has been stressful, and difficult. But i have survived. My life has been short. but it feels long and wasted. My life has had its ups, and downs. every night, i lay in bed, and wonder "Will this be my final breath?" "Will this be the ending of it all?" "Will this be the end of the girl named lucy?" I just wish, that i could be free. Free from this body. Free from this deadname. Free from male pronouns. Free from this male body. But i will never truly be free. as long as i live.
This is like a vent but also kinda me dumping my sorrows on the internet. hello poetry is like a safespace for me rn.