keeping a secret

Tyler

i looked at my clock, it was monday, 4: 00. i turned on the hospital room's TV. the football channel was on. i sighed. i loved football but now i couldnt play. why are people so cruel to me? why cant they just accept the way i am? does everyone hate me? why am i such an idiot?

all the names people called me floated around in my mind: idiot, fag, girl, moron, stupid head, etc.

i remember something someone said to me- "Tyler, why are you even living? all you are is empty space. your worthless. please do all of us a favor die."

i will never forget that...