When he first opened his eyes,
He knew nothing.
He didn't know that his choices
Would leave him dead.
He didn't know that he couldn't live his life.
He didn't know he would be shunned.
Rather than being accepted.
He didn't know that he disgusted others
And that they all hated him.
He didn't know anything.
No one told him it was okay
Or that he shouldn't care.
He was who he was.
Instead, they all turned their backs
And looked away.
He thought he was wrong,
That it was his fault.
No one told him it wasn't.
He didn't choose to be this way.
He didn't **** himself.
Blaming him for who he was.
Shutting him out
And leaving him.
It was all their doing.
The last time he closed his eyes
Was the last time he said goodbye.
The funny thing is,
That now, after he's gone
Is when they start feeling guilty.
When they start regretting what they did.
But it's too late.
Now, there's no one to hear their apologies,
It was their fault.
They did this.
So many people say it's wrong or disgusting. They don't realize that they have no right to judge people based on what choices they make. It's their life. Their decision. Nothing can change that.