you have a beautiful figure

my body shouldn’t define me 

but my skin confines me 

i’ve regressed back to who i once was

after becoming who i had always wanted to be 

i’m even farther gone 

than when i began

what a painful realization 

my obsession 

with suppression 

who am i?

if i knew i’d change 

whoever she is 

she’s not me. 

kurt was right, 

So it goes


holding myself together 

controlling the one thing i know i can 

out of control 

blood on my hands

soaked in my clothes 

good thing black doesn’t stain 


this morning i left my heart in the toilet 

and took my hollow shell with me 

to face this ugly world

with a burning throat and glossy eyes 


i always thought red didn’t go well with blonde hair anyway.