Desperate Poem by Nathan Kraft

Cold Blue Steel,
Runs Across My Wrists.
Feels So Good,
And I Catch a Glimpse.
The Man I Am,
Isn't What They See.
Better Than a Boy,
Even I Hate Me.
I Never Meant,
To Do Anyone Wrong.
But I Can't Seem,
To Do A Decent Job.
I Always Do What My Parents Say.
But I'll Fight Back,
One Of These Days.
My Eyes Are So Clouded,
That The Sun Wont Shine.
My Body's Like Ice,
and My Mind Doesn't Fly.
Her Soothing Voice,
Makes Me Want To Try.
I Love Her More,
Than She'll Ever Know.
and All I Want To Do,
Is Tell Her So.
I Don't Want To Sound Desperate,
Even Though I Am.
So I'll Just Write This Poem,
In Hopes That She'll Understand.