Beneath the crucifix I kneel,
Genuflecting before God,
Before our Father,
Before our priest,
He grabs me, holds me, drags me,
Out of sight,
Away from the eyes of mortal men,
He hits me, hurts me, breaks me,
Out of sight,
And all in the name of the Father.

Small and tainted black,
Four reaching prongs that spiral,
Spin, draw you in,
Seen with ****** eyes; traumatised,
Violence of ignorance,
Slaughter.

Forced to wear a sign,
To declare their private lives,
To make themselves subhuman,
And unwittingly let evil thrive,
And now we say we wear it well,
As a symbol of passion and pride,
Very few remember the struggles,
Or give thanks to those who died.

Shut down,
Switch off,
Zone out to make it easier to understand,
That the closing of this chapter,
Is the parting of our hands.

Climbed and climbed,
Strived and strived,
Struggled to become who I am,
Struggled to decide what I wanted,
Struggled to be myself,
Found sickness and wealth,
Lost the wealth and found deteriorated health,
I starved myself,
I hated myself,
Put myself through strife,
And found the zenith of life.

You’ve forgotten me already,
Cast me aside,
Left me outside in the pouring rain,
And coated yourself in pride.

You’ve forgotten me already,
Left me to rot,
Made me feel as though we were nothing,
Turned me into what I’m not.

You’ve forgotten me already,
Broken my heart,
Left me outside in the falling snow,
And forced us to grow apart.

You’ve forgotten me already,
Forgotten me,
Yes, you’ve forgotten me already,
Forgot what we aimed to be.

This youthful heart is scared,
Scared to grow up and run free,
Every time it times to stand alone,
People attack with painful love,
My youthful heart is chipped,
Smashed,
Broken,
Crushed by the deceit and hurt,
I want to force my heart into the dirt,
Start again,
Refuse to feel,
It’s the only way to heal.