You are beautiful
From the tips of your toes
To the top of your head

You are beautiful
WIth every move you make
Every time you touch me
Kiss me
Hold me

You are beautiful
From every bone
To every *****

You are beautiful
For the way you smile
The way you look at me
The way you laugh

You are beautiful
And one day
I will make you
See it too

He sat in his room every night
Waiting for his parents to stop
Yelling
Crying
Fighting

He waited
Until the day his father left
Before coming downstairs
And everything was gone
Except for his mother
Sitting on the kitchen tiles
Makeup running
Red marks on her arms
On her face
On her legs

He ran
As far as he could
He thought
About everything he had
Everything he had lost

He stepped up to the ledge
He looked down
He smiled
Finally happy
He would be free
He took a step forward
Nothing left

I’m scared.
Cold, alone......... scared.
My body aches from fighting.
I won, but at what cost?
Revenge shouldn’t be the answer.
They took her life, my true love.
I’m crying, crying like I’ve never cried before.
A life for a life, but at what cost?
I became the person, I set out to destroy.
I’m a monster, a creation the devil himself devised.
I’m scared.
I’m alone, cold, and nothing to cling on to.
I have nothing........ nothing.
There’s only one thing for me to do.
I’m picking up my choice of death.
Goodbye monster.
You’ve done the most evil thing imaginable.
It’s time for you to go.
I’m taking you with me, back to where you came from.
Forgive me Father, for what I’m about to do.
I’ll see you in a few seconds.
Five....... My heart is beating fast.
Four........ Sweat is covering my face.
Three........ My heart is beating faster.
Two........ Hello love, good to see you again.



One........ Goodbye.

“BANG!!!!!”

Walking around,
Utterly oblivious.
Everyone loves you,
Everyone understands you.
Open yourself up, be true.
Crashing realization: Their gaze is only skin deep.
Stitch yourself up,
Smile,
Life goes on.

Nevermore do I want to hear,
That I can’t do something,
Because I’m a boy.
Nevermore do I want to hear,
That “This is a girls thing” or “only girls do this."
Nevermore do I want to be stared at,
For going into what they think is the wrong store,
Or for wearing things for the opposite gender.
Nevermore do I want to hide,
What I truly feel inside,
Nor do I want to conform to a certain role,
Because of what I have in my pants.
Nevermore will I ever,
Be just a boy, or just a girl,
Because I’m not.