This one is about abusing drugs to attempt to fix body dysphoria. For many of us, this seems like the only option and it results in many deaths and health problems. While it may help us escape our bodies for a short time, addiction tends to make things harder in the end.
Sixth grade and it was not enough to simply feel the knife anymore
I had to get the fuck out. Escape. I couldn't take it.
I shoved a veil between my body and my mind
And found that I could breathe
But only through a tube
It proved much easier to just numb the pain of boyhood
than it was to look inside
How was I to know I could be mended?
That all these years I'd been fixing the wrong medicine?
Forced to watch my reflection grow more distant every day
How could I say no to such a lovely blindfold?