Lost

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A trans boy bullied so much.

He tries but, only finds cuts.

His mom won’t call him her son

He picks up his gun.

And fires right through his head.

Dead in seconds, bleeding on his bed.

His gravestone reads ‘loving daughter and sister’

Get it through your head he is a MISTER.

His own family disrespected him when he’s already gone.

Do you see that, that is wrong?

He begged for your acceptance but at what cost?

Well now his body, mind and soul are lost.

You said you couldn’t get used to it. Are you used to him gone?

Do you even regret that you did him wrong?

I’m not saying you didn’t care.

But when all he could do was share,

You left him bleeding on his bed.

Dead.

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