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I’m out



 

I’m out

 

It was a cold winter night,

I laid in bed with fright,

I didn’t know what to say,

I had to tell him some way,

He saw the comments,

All I could think of were the punishments,

 

Dad I like girls,

My head was going in swirls,

I cried so hard,

He broke my heart,

He said it’s Adam and Eve,

Not Eve and Eve or Steve and Steve,

 

I called my mom,

She was not calm,

She told me to pack my stuff,

It will be tough,

I found all the backpacks I could,

I wasn’t feeling too good,

 

I kept packing,

As my emotions started crashing, 

I got up,

And grabbed my cup,

I drank some water,

I felt like the worst daughter,


 

I went back to packing,

I kept asking,

Why me?,

What does he not see?,

My tears kept coming down,

I felt like I was about to drown,

 

I cried so much I made a lake,

All I did was shake and break,

I had to throw up,

So I ran to the toilet closeup,

I was on my knees,

My chest hurt like a million pounds was on me,

 

No one knew what I was going through,

I just wanted to die but no one knew, 

I felt like he didn’t want me there anymore,

So I emptied my drawers,

All the bags were stuffed,

I wasn’t enough and I felt unloved,

 

I cried some more,

And eventually walked out the door,

I’m sorry if I ever let you down,

I just wanted to leave this town,

All I did was frown,

I wish you would’ve stopped tearing me down,






 

A year and half past,

I didn’t have anything to ask,

We started to hang out,

He didn’t have much doubt,

I guess he just needed time,

To accept my sign,

 

When I turned seventeen,

I put on some sunscreen,

We were at the pool,

I felt so cruel,

I broke up with her,

I haven’t felt relieved in forever,

 

Everything then went upstream,

I was so happy eating ice cream,

When my girl met my dad,

I didn’t think it was too bad,

We are happier than a child at Disneyland,

And we already have our future planned,

 

He’s finally accepted me,

Which made us a happy family,

Look You’re not alone,

So pick up the phone,

Dial the number, 

And talk to a helper. 

 

1-(800)-273-8255

Thank You


 

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