im not doing too well tbh, im tired of feeling things
i want to go back and sit with the clothes they are the ones who understand that what hurts me is what i lack they saw me crying in bed because of the body my vision loathes and knew when i removed the rubber band because of all the words painted in red But all they ever expected of me was to breathe quietly and stay away from hate but now i am forced to see with my ears no longer gay and my breaths not silently it's too late for me to hide away
