Prayers for Bobby,
And all alike.
Not knowing the love,
But still taking the hike.

Just show them you care,
Before they take their own life.
And show them they’re loved,
Before they ask of the knife.

Bobby jumped into traffic,
‘Cause his mom didn’t know.
She thought she could cure him,
Of being ****.

Some parents want therapy,
For their child’s different ways.
But that just doesn’t work,
You can’t just “cure” gays.

They may stand up in hope,
That one day you’ll just love.
But until that day comes,
You’ll look down from above.

A friend took a razor,
Across her own wrist.
She thought of the pain,
And wished she didn’t exist.

You don’t know what’s wrong,
Until you see the scars.
And you won’t understand,
‘Till you read the memoirs.

Many times a day,
Many thoughts will stray.
Many people will jump,
Or watch their blood pump.

Just think of what you say,
Before it gets overheard.
Who it will affect,
And just how it’s absurd.

We’re all born different,
We’re not just like you.
Our differences shine,
And sometimes debut.

You don’t have to like it,
And you don’t have to agree.
But ***** what you think,
I’m gonna be me.