When I was younger, I had a friend named Harry.
I liked Harry, the way I shouldn't have liked him.
I told my dad.... That's when he hit me.
Sleep seems like a good thing right now.
I just want my mind to stop wandering.
Was it Niall I saved? I don't think I'll ever know.
"Abused... At home I'm abused," I told the cop.
He nodded and wrote some things down.
"When did it start?" He asked.
I looked at my scarred wrists.
"When I told my dad I was gay."
I hope the boy I saved is okay.
I hope he doesn't try to die again.
I pray that I don't die tonight.
