17 year old American socialist, admirer of stalin, sufferer of depression, and fan of soccer/football
someone cited trans women getting murdered as evidence to how transphobia is real and dangerous while cisphobia is not, and some dudebro responded sarcastically to that by saying “trans women getting murdered like what does that even mean lol”
but I’m (almost) at peace with this.
by “the death of me” I don’t really mean suicide, I mean physical deterioration which amounts basically to chronic illness and eventually death.
look, we often chalk death up to natural causes
as a way to feebly satiate this need to know what transpired
while erecting a stone wall between ourselves and the true culprit.
what is natural about a chronic illness which fells a bright, energetic man
like humanity themselves contemptuously does away with the mighty rainforest?
while his life may have ceased below in that dirt sarcophagus,
the dissonance that once was his reality is a hurricane which rages on, silently, helplessly.
everyone will tell themselves that he was lucky that natural causes closed his eyes for the last time,
but no nature ever touched him.
until then though, I’ll try to stay alive I think.
this depression will literally be the death of me in the next couple months.
If you’re a Christian, have a happy Easter, and remember that most Christians from the holy land are excluded today and every other day from worshipping at the place of the resurrection because Jerusalem is illegally occupied by the sectarian state of Israel.