You think that it
Is not okay
To be even
Semi gay
But I want you to look
In that thick *** book
Because your behavior
Haveth me shook
God says he loves all
His love will not fall
So get your nose out your ***
And give him a call
I promise he will say
I still love you though your gay
Just do me a solid
And try to change your ways

I’m still gay. That won’t change
But that doesn’t mean
It’s not okay

If not for my sharpie
My wrists would have more scars
My sharpie is my substitute
For objects that are sharp

So instead of carving  my wrists
I draw on them instead
If not for my sharpie
I truly would be dead

People wonder why
I write poetry

Poetry is a rapless rap
A beatless beat
An instrument free song

Poetry Is an express thing
And nothing you say is wrong

Poetry is not judgmental
It doesn't break others hearts

It helps you out
When you have doubt
It is a form of art

This is my canvas
My words are the paint
I make no masterpiece
But in poetry
there is no mistake

So to answer you're question
I'll be concise
I write poetry
because it is nice

Because of others we have scars
Only because the choice of our hearts
But love is love
It's not the parts
And there is nothing that can bring us apart

Our hearts cry for equality
But we know that is something there will never be

Every day we are bullied
Because of our hearts and our scars

As blood poors from our wrists
We think of how equality is only a wish

But I have a dream
Like Martin Luther King
That we will live in a world of equality

They say it's selfish
That it makes you a wimp
But they can't say that
Because they've  never felt it

It's like getting shot
Every time you wake up
Because you know
No one gives a ****

There are so many reasons
Why we take our own lives
If you think it's selfish
You don't want to die
You haven't been broken
You don't wake up and cry
So stop saying it's selfish
To take your own life

I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes
I don't know why I wake up and cry
There are dreams I have that remind me of you
I am nothing without you
I don't know what to do
You would always protect me
Now I'm on my own
Now that I am without you
I'm all alone
You were my cousin and my only freind
But I know one day I'll see you again.

Because death comes to all
That's a natural thing
But yours came too early

Your life ended at only 14
But I'm strong
Because you'd want me to be

A girl without beauty
A girl without money
Looked down upon
They thought it was funny

That she was broken
That she was hurt
Nobody knew what she was worth

She grew tired of it
She wanted it to end
She was a girl with not even one friend

So she found a gun
She wanted it to be done
But she failed to do it
She continued to run

She ran from society
Ran from reality
But she ran oh so far

Look who she turned out to be
Lost in her thoughts
She grabbed the gun
One shot
And it was done