He sits alone in his bed
Thinking about life
And death
The more he thinks
The more he realizes
That he is not a he
He is a she that
Wants to be a he
He realized that
He was a wanna be
A wanna be he
And he felt so sad
That he needed to
Make his wrists cry too
Poem by me
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