Travis

☆ ۰ — About Me.

name ; Travis

nickname ; Trav

pronouns ; he/him

gender ; male! trans ftm

sexuality ; gay

age ; 16! (i am a minor)

timezone ; GMT +8

likes ; video games, baking, music and uhhh yeah!

dislikes ; my mental health struggles!

Dreams are just my imagination Feelings, nothing but false truth Faking happiness is just my strange addiction Greif and horror are just something everyone goes through.

Hallucinations haunting my nights, I think I'm failing to express opinions Others just stand and stare, thinking I'm alright Whispers from the darkness might just be my fixation.

My pen is just a tool for me to explain my feelings Paper just tears as I write my truth A voice inside my head has no meaning The satisfaction of the warmth is now making me blue.

Lies that I am fed Keep me from believing him, My heart is just messing with my head Whats a reason to live?

The fluffy white clouds drift by in the morning sky, My weary dreams washed away from this gift from above. If only my tears could fly by, I could fly away like a carefree dove.

My mind swirling with a question that I can't understand, I wish to be let free from this cage. I just want to be a kitty in a magical wonderland Surely I am at a mature age.

The tears won't stop flowing, leaving a small puddle of pain on my pillow, Love isn't easy, it makes me feel trapped I wish to be cute, like when I was a child playing in the willows. I wish I was kept like a new toy, freshly wrapped.

The cupcakes decorated with a rainbow, makes me feel something Pure is one thing I'll never be My whole life feels like an entropy that stings, This journey is like a whisper leading to a hollow tree.

The smell of vanilla makes my heartbeat faster than ever, But the grief of my mistakes, I will not forgive. The strawberry scenery will not help with my prayer.

Shame it claws at my mind Tragedy and destiny all seems so uncanny, Scars they twirl around like a ribbon waiting for me to find. An embrace that only provides anxiety.

Childhood makes me feel captive, The comfort I desired Sugar, the taste of my tears that I carry, The excitement held had no existence.

An email full of entropy and pain, Forced to make me feel loved Memories making my tears fall like rain. My precious life was just too vivid.