You walk through the halls,
You're head to the ground.
The sound of laughter fills your mind.
You hear the whispers, they peirce your ears.
Its almost as if everyone is against you.
You head for your locker, listening to people call you gay.
You think to yourself. Where in the HELL did this rumor start?
I'm not gay, I'm straight. Even if I was gay, whats so wrong with that.
You get to your locker. Clench your eyes shut and take a deep breath.
Suddenly, you're face is smashed into your locker. You lift your head.
Choking back tears. You know if you show a sign of weakness it will only get worse.
You put your books away. And head back to class. You keep your head down, avoiding eye contact.
Knowing the laughter would take over the halls if you even showed your face.
The sound of laughter and whispers fill your head.
Suddenly you aren't even alive anymore. You are just simply there.
After the day you go home. You don't even dare sit by anybody on the bus.
Why would you risk putting anyone else in jeapordy?
Once at your stop, you get tripped as you walk down the aisle. You catch yourself.
You get off the bus and walk home.
You get home and don't even dare to check your facebook page. Knowing it is all filling up with rude
comments.
You do your homework.
Then, you get a text. " Check your facebook."
You get on. You read the posts on your wall.
'Fag, Dike, Gay, Lesbian, Pussy lover, Vagina eater,' and so on.
You get off. Tears rush down your face.
You think to yourself. When will enough be enough?
Your mom leaves for the night. You sit in your room all alone.
You see headlights on your wall. You walk to your window to see who is there. It's a bunch of
people from school.
They start yelling things at you. They tag DIKE on the side of your house.
You don't do anything about it. It's not worth it.
After they leave you sit on your floor.
You pull out a box from under your bed. You take out the blade.
You look down at your arms. And suddenly one by one blood starts pouring out.
It's not enough to take the pain away anymore.
You take out a peice of paper. You write your story down.
Apologizing for everything. At the bottom, you make sure to tell your mother you love her.
Then you write in big letters on the back. I'M STRAIGHT.
You go down the stairs. You take the rope from the garage.
Tears rushing down your face, and blood still spewing out of your arms.
You slowly head back up stairs. You go to your closet. Tieing a knot as you go.
Making sure it will hold. You grab a chair.
And suddenly, you're standing outside of your closet looking in.
Looking at the pale face, filled with smudged eyeliner from crying.
Feet dangling just a foot off the ground. Dry blood all over the hands.
You realize you did it. You ended the suffering. Now, it's time to leave this place.
You find your mom. You whisper in her ear, I love you.
Then suddenly, no more. No more existance, no more life, no more breathing, No more pain.
