S 2.0

Never mind,

another kind,

over powered by,

the times of wonder,

and each day it feels a little colder,

always suffering under my own sadness,

I put myself and don't clear myself,

I overthink and pretend,

that everything is alright,

nevermind, some other time,

when im humming to myself,

under that ray of light,

because I am different,

I am always torn away,

from the cradle to grave,

to speak truly,

because I am always seen,

for being obscene,

In the sense of breaking norms,

of what a woman is,

I am tall, I hold my head up,

sometimes,

the hatred comes,

from the depths within,

self destruction.

as I believe I am finally running out of thread,

just living my life, fuck leave me alone,

you peices of shit,

I've dealt with bullies,

for most of my younger life,

till a time,

I found comfort in drinking instead?

only for so long till,

I preffered this haze instead,

I want a comfortable life,

dont want to be burdened,

the mind, while I have time,

while my hands are warm and my brain still works,

something spoken,

some self harm from a young age from trauma and drinking,

never wondering why my developed mind,

always felt behind, I just thought that was normal,

I talk normal as the definition rings true,

and I am some where else in kind,

ramblings of a trans woman, trying to get over this fear,

I hold of myself, wrapped up in barbed wire,

twist off my rotten limbs.