My closest friend came out of the closet to me. I told him how happy I was that he trusted me enough that he would tell me something so deep. Then he took off his shirt and I saw so many red scars all along his back and chest. He told me his dad has been beating him to get the"gay" out of him. I started to cry as I saw so many marks on him. He is not yet "Out of the closet" so I decided to write a poem for him so he could at least vent his feelings and understand that people really care. Please read, comment, and vote. Thank you.

It's good so far❤