i wear my sexuality so proudly on my sleeve people would be confused if they heard i used to cry it would go away. my friends wouldn't recognize the broken me that used to sob on my floor with open wounds hoping that it would be penitence enough for god to take away this horrible thing about me that made my family hate me and for me to lose my best friend at the time. i walk around with my head held high telling everyone who messes up my pronouns to correct themselves and kissing girls at party's and it feels good. it feels amazing to be me. i know high school me would be so confused and terrified that our mom was gonna find out, and i wish i could hold them. i wish so badly i could go and hold younger me the way that the me now needs just as bad. no one holds us and tells us it's okay, we've always had to do it for ourselves and god i wish i could go back and just be there for them so we they aren't so fucking alone. i am alone in this world, and always have been. i just need someone to hold me, to tell me that it'll all be okay even if we both know it's a lie.
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Poetrythis is just my thoughts about my gender moment and frustrations with identifying as non-binary in hopes maybe if anyone finds it, they won't feel quite as alone as i do. also quite a lot of me just being sad and empty. it's really depressing, i'm r...
