if ur transphobic you can get the fuck off my blog

i want to blame you, but it was my fault again.

the angels came. they came and slipped in the blood i spilt for you. shouldn’t they have known i couldn’t come with them?

i am screaming against silence. death won’t come fast enough.

stop saying you love me if you don’t mean it. i’m tired of hearing a lie that i want to be true.

there is blood running. i can taste it. i wish you knew i lived for you.

do you remember? do you remember what it felt like to be in love?

i can still feel you under my hands. i want and want and want. you’re so far.

how does it feel to have my blood on your hands?

My thoughts are filled with poison, dribbling out of the cuts I wish I could give you. I’d make you as ugly on the outside as you claim I am. I’ll show you the grotesque reality; I am the monster you have spawned. And I am a horrifying kind of beauty only those who have suffered understand. I have survived the trials you tried to trap me in. I have persevered above the chains you coiled around me. And you know what? I might miss what I was, but hey, isn’t it great to watch us rise from the ashes?