Shattered Pieces
Sitting at my computer like I normally do,
being myself and staying true.
I express myself to others.
I thought I would have a lot of friends,
but instead I feel hatred that hovers and never ends.
I just wanted them to like me. I wanted to be accepted and shown love.
People just don't get it. I can't shake the unwanted feeling, even if I push and shove.
Tonight is the night. No more will I suffer.
All I can say is that I am sorry, and to please tell my mom that I love her.
Little sister, please know that I did try.
I was made to feel like I was nothing,
I am sure everyone will be better off if I die.
Why do they hate me? Do they know I wish them well?
Being gay is a sin I am told,
doomed to forever reign in Hell.
Why am I different? I have lost all of my courage.
They say God hates me, when I was simply created in his image.
These shattered pieces fell too quick. People lost their lives because they are different and it makes me sick.
We live lives that are ours so chosen.
Spread love and not hate,
acceptance is golden.
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