Hate Yourself For Hating Others
I hear them yell
HEY FAGGOT GET BACK HERE
I can’t help but turn around to face them
This is so reoccuring that it almost seems okay anymore
LOOK HERE, LITTLE GAY BOY IN THE FLESH
I just want them to go away
Why does it matter who I like
Why does it make me so different
AREN’T YOU GONNA SAY SOMETHING HOMO
I see the punches
But I don’t actually feel them
I’m so numb right now that I can’t feel anything
Hate,pain,regret...
I’M DONE WITH THIS QEER
I go home
Cry
I wake up the next day
Cry I go to school and see the same kids
I run to the bathroom, lock the stall
Cry
I hate this hell
Why is this my life
Again I go home...but I don’t cry
I’m numb and can’t get past the fact that everyone hates me
I’m so tired
I only have the energy to walk to the kitchen
Reach for the knife
And then sleep forever.
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