1/18/2016 || 12.27am

And it's not death in her eyes
But rather a heart on her sleeve
She's not dying inside
Neither is she dead
Hibernating, she's afraid of death
Her soul has taken a nap and
Her mind has taken the lead
Tearing her apart
Dissecting her brain
The torture
It impairs her judgement
The pain
It's driving her away
The confusion
She's afraid to live
Who is she?
Is she really him
No that's not right
Her sister says so
She is not he
He is not she
It was never meant to be
They can't focus
What's the bigger picture
Is it him?
It surely isn't her
Confusion
Confession
Judgement
It's him
The masculinity
Nevermind.
His family's saying it's wrong
His family's saying it's her
Upset
Forget
He's no longer afraid
He's ready to die.