Crying Blood

 Something's here
 And its something you don’t understand
 Can’t understand
 Will never understand 
 Its this depression
 Its this pain
 Its this dying
 Every day
 Its this wanting to cry 
 But not
 Because you don’t want to look sad
 You don’t want to look insecure
 You don’t want to think for a second
 Of how you want to be prettier
 Than her 
 Its this pressure
 Its this force 
 Its thinking you’re not worth it
 And being told you’re right 
 Of course
 And wanting things
 You’re not allowed to have
 Or to even want
 Its everything breaking
 Its everything shattering
 Its like wanting to fuck 
 Everyone you meet 
 Every single bastard on the street
 Its being hated for your gender 
 Its having a chest
 And a cunt
 And wanting to use them
 Knowing they’ll love if you do
 And hate you if you don’t
 Or the other way around
 Something’s here 
 And you’re not going to understand
 You wouldn’t want to understand
 What goes on behind these walls
 These walls that are made of stiletto heels
 Out of disrespect
 Out of pain
 Out of blood
 And this blood
 It reaches everywhere
 Its reaching into everywhere 
 It floods the basement 
 It leaks out of your faucets
 It spills out our eyes 
 And we cry 
 All we do is cry 
 We cry ‘til we drown 
 But nobody sees it
 You walk in the room
 And we’re smiling
 Because its okay 
 Everything is okay 
 You don’t have to worry
 We’re happy
 We’re perfectly happy and fine
 But if you could strip away
 A layer or two
 We’re crying every day
 Every night
 Every moment
 We’ve got tears on our cheeks
 On our tongues
 We’re swallowing as fast as we can
 Because you aren’t allowed to see us cry
 But we’ve got tears
 Running down the inside of us 
 We’re trying to stop 
 Because we’re afraid 
 That they’ll spill over the top 
 And you’ll see through us 
 That we aren’t happy
 That we aren’t perfect
 That we aren’t crystalline
 We’re made of tears 
 And blood
 And pain
 That permeates the years
 And all we want it out 
 Of the perfection 
 Out of the stereotypes
 Our of bodies 
 That aren’t good enough 

 There’s something here
 You wouldn’t understand.

• Wow. - Emma
• yes.