There a hole in the bottom of the bucket but I didn’t notice but in that moment I realized it’s in comparison with my bleeding heart it’s been pouring out and I didn’t notice

Baggie pants white T-shirt hair faded on the side they say I’m gay cause I dress like a boy I say it’s just clothes theirs no gender on the tag I wear what I want I like who I am I like my hair my style but I’m not boy they don’t like it they say act like a girl but this is just who I am

meeting death
on its own terms

with a smiling heart

is to have met with life
on Yours