The Wolves…

I put my earphone’s in and listen to my music,

I know what he's saying, I can see it on his face,

They call me names for being socially different,

I don't understand, why do they have to hate?

I can see them coming closer, I just want to run, but I'm afraid,

I pretend that I don't see them, I just want, one happy day,

The bruises on my face has just started to fade away,

As my heart beats so fast, dying inside, to them it's ok.

The wolves come for the sheep,

I'm kicked and punched in a heap,

School bag carrying letters to loved ones,

Tonight is the night I'll choose to be gone.

My eyes closed, feeling that thud against my head,

"Come on stand up, put up a fight!" One even said,

My leg’s wouldn't bear the weight of my heavy body,

Broken and bruised in tears, I'm just the lonely forgotten.

With every tear I taste, I feel another shoelace,

The pain gets too much, then my hearing starts to fade,

At least I can't hear them calling me more horrible names,

Now it's just me, I'm learning ways not to feel pain.

I can't wait at a bus stop without being emotionally bullied,

My mam and dad seem to fight often about my studies,

They don't realise every night my rope gets a bit shorter,

They don't seem to see, that I might not be around for much longer.

The wolves come for the sheep,

I'm kicked and punched in a heap,

School bag carrying letters to loved ones,

Tonight is the night I'll choose to be gone.

Was this my only fate?

Why was I born gay?

I could've been straight?

I could've avoided pain…

If only people would have seen me for who I am!

Instead I lived day to day, ashamed and so sad!

I write this last letter of goodbye;

"I don't want to live in a world that I'm not accepted"

"I don't want to walk my days broken hearted"

Let me love whoever I want!

I will in my next life

I will in my next life...