Thoughts on a dysphoric night.
|this body doesn’t feel like mine
it doesn’t feel like it belongs to me
everything feels wrong
the face, arms, legs, hands, chest, mind, voice, thoughts, everything doesn’t feel right.
it doesn’t feel like where i belong
it feels like i’m trapped somewhere i don’t belong
somewhere i didn’t ask to be
but c’est la vie
- it all feels wrong.