The end of the line

To those who face this, I believe that you can get through this

I remember telling you I think I’m transgender
And now it seems like you won’t talk to me
Till the end of my December’s
You and I both know I won’t have long
I’ve been living here in this hellish song
I know soon that I’ll be gone
I write these poetries to you
To tell you what I feel is true
I have 9 December’s left
Until I am laid to rest