Dark days

The young woman lays on a bed - slowly crying herself to sleep -
her emotions a untamed storm - she can see no reason to go on - no future - her past only pain and suffering - just about no family and she has no where to call home besides her life on the road - she needs time in one place (with people who accept her for who she is) but knows it's unlikely to happen - she is on the edge between life and death - her life hanging by a thread...  She's crying out for help yet most of  Her so called "friends"  only are  pushing her closer to the edge with they dead- naming and miss-gendening of her   - each day of her life she is walking a tightrope - each day coming closer to the point of no return - she knows in her heart that's with out outside help it's only a matter of time before for she gets to that point - she is just not strong enough to handle it on her own...  - the death of a dear friend of her's taking her ever closer...    She has be fighting for so long - time has little meaning for her - fighting against the  hateful people who wish her gone -  the nasty comments - the transphobia of people /in the media /movies /TV - the stares/laughing /bad jokes from people she has never meet before - so tired of losing friends /family - of dealing with the personal/odd  questions that random people ask of her - with then offen getting upset /anger with her when she'll don't give the  answers they want to hear or when she doesn't have answer...  Offen those who know can never explain - those who can't will never understand...