I thought I could erase myself
A poem about staying
When things were really dark
I'd spend whole days
imagining how I could
erase every trace of myself
All of the notebooks that needed to be burned,
shames loaded into garbage bags,
sent to landfills
Any trace of what I didn't want others to see
taken with me to the grave
erased
wiped away
So when I decided to take my own life
my loved ones would be left with a perfect memory
There would be nothing to tarnish their perfect illusion
Now I want to leave a mess
I don't want to hold the power
of deciding how I die
I hold the power of deciding how I live
I wont allow my shame to erase me
I concern myself with living
and not with the mess I'll inevitably leave behind
I wont be here for that part
I am here now
I can be here now
About the Creator
Felix McCann
I am a trans, disabled artist and writer. My art focuses on expressing myself and questioning what we've been taught is normal.
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