My breath shortens
it gets harder to breathe
I feel like cutting
I wish I was at ease.
My dad says he understands, but I think not.
Because if you did, he wouldn't be calling me a girl.
Why hasn't he, I thought.
My mind is screaming at me
WHY WAS I A GIRL
WHY CAN'T I BE A GUY
WHY CAN'T I USE THE BATHROOM WITHOUT BEING SPAT ON
WHY CAN'T I HAVE SOMETHING IN BETWEEN MY LEGS
WHY CAN'T I HAVE NO *******
WHY CAN'T I HAVE FLAT HIPS

creepy little crawlers,
they have the audacity to push their slimy feelers on me,
i can already smell the stench from miles away,
their vile oil infested goo can stay away from my skin,

if only you were a creepy little crawler,
then I could squeeze your insides out,
mash your pathetic body into pulp,
but my chain is still too tight for me to run,
so I'll let you ooze yourself onto me.

There's a dead baby girl in my closet Should I tell her to leave? If she goes somewhere else She'll have nowhere to sleep.

Both her eyes are missing and her skin's the color green. She sings to me at night and I see her in my dreams.

Flesh rolls off her bones in decaying clumps. She has no feet so she crawls on stumps.

Day was bright and still
But they felt him in shadows;
Feasting upon souls.

It just makes me sick
Inside where no words will come
And nothing makes sense.