I lay here pondering why you are so scared to admit to yourself what the truth really is.
Why?
I want to be on my own so I don’t have to be in the **** household that I can’t be myself in.
Why?
I can’t bare to be so lonely in a world full of people like you. Hateful.
Why?
I have friends and family who supports me but without your approval I just feel so lost.
Why?
I want to explain that loving isn’t a sin, why would it be? But I never get the opportunity.
Why?
Maybe I do have a crush on him, maybe I am a ******* ******, does it really matter?
...why....?
Why mother?
Why?