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How can I be dysphoric all day that I’m not a guy and the be dysphoric because I’m not enough of a woman? What the actual fuck brain?

TW: Body dysmorphia, Suicidal Ideation, Delusions ,etc.

Something Like art:

This town is fake

The people smile right to your face

Leave you feeling cold and empty and bitter

The pungent taste in the back of my mouth leaves me feeling sick and nauseous for hours

Everybody says “bless your heart”

But they really mean is kindly fuck off

It’s hard not to stay awake

Staring at the ceiling, wondering why you are not good enough

I am full of self loathing

My kingdom is full of shards of broken glass

Of paper cuts, and my mothers sass

My body feels dead and my eyes full of tears

Maybe it’s not worth it

To pretend to be happy here

But if I keep holding on day after day, I know the sun will dry out the rain

The colors on the flags will be brighter and maybe the bloodshed will be worth it

As the achievement gets closer, I feel my blood boil, and my skin burning, begging to be ripped apart

I’ve spent years rebuilding the disaster that I am into something beautiful, something like art

but I still don’t feel beautiful

Distortion in the mirror causes me to hate myself even more

When I am a monster in every way, I just learned to embrace the villainess self that I have created

This might not be who I am, but how am I supposed to know who I am?

I am nothing

I am meaningless

I am everything

I have a purpose

Every little thing I do makes up me

Cold, bitter, selfish, empathetic, angry, joyful, compassionate, anxious

I am all of it

So why am I green with envy when I look at everybody else?

Cause when I look at myself, I pick out everything that disgusts me

From the way that I can smile one minute and cry the next

From the way that I am pitted in the stomach with guilt and shame

The way that I am petty and angry and two-faced

From the way that I am the loudest and most joyous person in the room

The way that I lay in bed at night, curled up in a ball aching, wishing I was not in this conscious of existence at all

People with knowledge were heavy crowns on their heads

My head is so heavy

And the shackles that hold me down to ground making sure I know my place

I hold no power

Im not even a pretty face

I convince myself that people love me out of pity

But anyone of them to tell you that there is “nothing wrong” with me

I don’t believe them

They could say that I’m delusional, but I see right through them

The lies that I spin so carefully like a spiderweb, mixing the truth with delusion

I cannot tell what is and what is not

Maybe this town isn’t fake

Maybe I am

Because I smile at mirror and twist the knife in my own heart

Fainting at the sight of blood,

I am no better than no one

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@pentaclekarkitty

Happy June 14th

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