Death Goals in Cursive

24 years of hating every mirror

The reflection is distorted

It hides my true nature

Smash it into pieces, rebuild it in my image

Watching life slipping through my fingers

Wearing this skin with a lack of confidence

The ache is real but the body is fake

I'm only real when I disassociate

I was born a dysphoric mess

Bury me in a skin tight dress