Be More Gay

Michael...Why?

(Mention of self harm/suicide
It gets very deep, so if you're sensitive to this topic go ahead and skip this chapter. Nothing in this chapter will be related to the next, it's mostly just a vent.)

Jeremy loved Michael. He had wished that he didn't have to stop cuddling him. He wanted to make him feel safe, secure, loved. But sometimes not all people can feel that way. Sometimes people just have some inner demons that won't go away, not even Christ can help them. It's sad to think people die over that shit. Jeremy didn't want the same to happen to Michael. So he will love him forever. No matter what.

Jeremy rolled on top of Michael. He stared deep into Michael's eyes. They were beautiful. Jeremy leaned in until his lips were gently caressing his. He loved it. They kissed for a good twenty minutes. "It should've lasted longer." Jeremy thought. But instead of ending it, Michael started to cry. Jeremy got a bit scared. "M-Michael?!" Michael sobbed more. "J-Jer,..I-I'm so sorry!" Jeremy was confused for a second. But his heart dropped the second he realized. Jeremy quickly yanked Michael's arm sleeve upward toward his shoulder. Michael's tears poured out more at this point. Scars from the past stained his wrist. Some were old, some were new. The red marks covered his wrist like a red 'x' on a map. Jeremy's eyes filled with tears.

Lots of people are fighting their inner demons everyday. Some can take it, those who can't...they think killing themselves will end the pain. But it won't, it will just cause everyone around them to feel pain. Their loved ones will grieve for the one they lost. But what those people don't realize, is their inner demons are themselves. But, they also don't realize that the people around them are their angels. And they will care for and protect them no matter what. But few aren't that fortunate. Some live in homes were they are abused, not needed, unwanted, it's a sad truth. But even strangers love them. If they would just hear what they are going through, a life could be saved that day. Some don't make it in time. Which is hard to comprehend, but it's sadly true. If only their wasn't a timer to how fast a loving person appears in their lives. If only a loving person was easy to come by.

(I'm really sorry for this sad chapter. But recently I've heard my dad talking about a women would fell asleep with a numb face and a bad headache. Long story short, she didn't wake up. It badly affected her mother and father. Her mother especially. She was the one who found her own daughter dead in a bed. It really made me think about how many people die from self harm a day. Of course she didn't die from self harm. But at least she died surrounded by loved ones. I wish her family my condolences and love. I don't know her, but from what I heard, she was a beautiful and loving women. I love her. Sorry)