“Gone too soon.”
They say
“She died too young.”
They say
“Another young girl lost too soon.”
They said
Unaware that those words were the reason
Because the “she” there is talking about
Isn't she at all
He’s a boy
Yet no one cares
His mother called him
***
Though she always said she wanted a son
When the opportunity came
He was disgusting
and sick
“You're not a boy, you're just confused.”
His aunt said
“You're too young to know who you are.”
His cousin stayed
“Just..Stay a girl
It'll be easier on us all.”
His dad said
like it was a choice
not who he is
Though what he did, he's not proud of
He went to his parents' bathroom
Grabbing all the medication bottles he could
Before returning to his room
Looking at the door
Pill by pill
Bottle by bottle
He took the whole bottle once
Like an alcoholic with shots
Deciding if he could not live as a boy
If he had to live as a girl
Then he did not want to live at all
After he downed all the bottles
He waited
And then called the police
Long enough so they couldn't save him
But not too long
as he didn’t want his little sister to find him
No note
No last words
Or final goodbyes
Just death
July 8, 2023
11:42 pm
He died
alone
and unloved
Choken
on his own spit
The last pill he took
Hydroenorthiazide
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 11:21 AM UTC
“Gone too soon.”
They say
“She died too young.”
They say
“Another young girl lost too soon.”
They said
Unaware that those words were the reason
Because the “she” there is talking about
Isn't she at all
He’s a boy
Yet no one cares
His mother called him
***
Though she always said she wanted a son
When the opportunity came
He was disgusting
and sick
“You're not a boy, you're just confused.”
His aunt said
“You're too young to know who you are.”
His cousin stayed
“Just..Stay a girl
It'll be easier on us all.”
His dad said
like it was a choice
not who he is
Though what he did, he's not proud of
He went to his parents' bathroom
Grabbing all the medication bottles he could
Before returning to his room
Looking at the door
Pill by pill
Bottle by bottle
He took the whole bottle once
Like an alcoholic with shots
Deciding if he could not live as a boy
If he had to live as a girl
Then he did not want to live at all
After he downed all the bottles
He waited
And then called the police
Long enough so they couldn't save him
But not too long
as he didn’t want his little sister to find him
No note
No last words
Or final goodbyes
Just death
July 8, 2023
11:42 pm
He died
alone
and unloved
Choken
on his own spit
The last pill he took
Hydroenorthiazide
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