Trauma

you're like the dirt in Paris

turning the city of love into a trash paradise

you ruined me

the words coming out of your mouth are making me sick 

literally

why are you saying those things?

shouldnt you be my family not my enemy?

everything I loved I hate because of you

even looking in the mirror is a constant reminder of you 

why am I related to you?

you made me hate your gender, turned me gay

but now I cant even talk to a man without wanting to end it all because you cant stuff for yourself

I cant be on photos anymore because what if you end up seeing them?

I used to love stares now they want to make me rip my skin off

what if they think like you?