He sits upon the bridge at night
Going over his miserable life.
He thinks of what he didn’t do right
To deserve this constant strife.
He sits upon the bridge at day
Praying for some sort of sign.
A sign that could possibly show him a way
Or tell him at least: why?
Why does he deserve this pain
Of living as someone he’s not?
Could there be anyway to gain
A light through the darkness life begot?
The answer is no; he’s all alone
With nobody there to help.
And so he decides on a way to atone
And ends his life himself.