Everyday my head feels like it's going to spilt anytime soon. I feel as if I'm barely being taken seriously anymore, and it makes me wonder if I should've been quiet rather than tell people I am not ok. My mental health is dropping again and again. Lately I attempted and told my therapist. My mom said I do it for attention. So it makes me think that I should've went tighter until I bled. But I'm a pussy. Being a trans person also hurts me. I feel so gender dysphoric, because of my body. I don't like being a girl. It makes me dead inside . My parents say I can tell them anything, but if I do, they will use it against me. That is what conflicts me so much to share who I am as a person. I feel like I am in a cage where the lock is just a centimeter by, but I cannot reach. I am given luxury. Things that others cannot. I am given therapy and nets to call back on. Yet I feel mentally trapped in my mind. Yet I feel alone and isolated some days. Yet I feel like I cannot be who I want to.