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God?
Hey, are you listening?
I'm never sure, because you rarely seem to answer anymore.
Do you believe what they say?
That hell is home for me, because I'm gay?
I can think of several other reasons why.
If You made me perfect,
like they told me every day in catholic school,
then why would you order a hard and fast rule,
about who should be loved by who?
God, I've been a good girl, gone to church every week,
but still I feel so low, I can hardly keep,
my head up anymore.
I have lots of friends, tons of support,
and plenty of places to be,
but that's not enough for me,
I'm too stubborn and too tough, to ask for help.
I can't do it anymore,
God, that's why I'm sitting here with empty bottles on the floor,
I could really use someone right now.
God, what if I die right now? What if nobody shows up before these things take effect?
What if my mum comes in here and finds me seemingly asleep,
sees the bottles and realizes it's something more?
Who would clean it up?
Would you leave my parents to wipe up the floor?
My friends and family to ask and keep score,
of all the times they hear a ukulele chord,
or smell spearmint gum?
God, this thing is too big for me to carry alone.
IT'S TOO MUCH FOR SOMEONE 16 YEARS OLD.
Why did you dump it all on me?
Why? Did you have some grand plan?
Am I a scheduled statistic? A cautionary tale?
Was I supposed to be a Motivational Speaker someday?
But you just changed your mind and made me a number for someone else to say?
You made me not good with numbers, after all.
You made me gay, after all.
You made me have Seasonal Affective and Chronic Clinical Depression, after all.
You made me the tubby little pizza face tomboy on the playground.
You made me be the Target for all of your Future Lawyers and Tax Consultants to build self-esteem off of.
Every time I had a friend, you'd take them away just in time for me to need them.
Why? Is this just a big sick joke? A nightmare? Perhaps I'm still a fetus in my mother's womb,
seeing nightmares of the future to come?
If I am, please abort me.
The world is fuzzy, God.
There are fireflies dancing around me, God.
The smell of iron and carpenters glue, God.
Pixels in a screen, God.
Hey, are you listening?
I'm never sure, because you rarely seem to answer anymore.
Do you believe what they say?
That hell is home for me, because I'm gay?
I can think of several other reasons why.
If You made me perfect,
like they told me every day in catholic school,
then why would you order a hard and fast rule,
about who should be loved by who?
God, I've been a good girl, gone to church every week,
but still I feel so low, I can hardly keep,
my head up anymore.
I have lots of friends, tons of support,
and plenty of places to be,
but that's not enough for me,
I'm too stubborn and too tough, to ask for help.
I can't do it anymore,
God, that's why I'm sitting here with empty bottles on the floor,
I could really use someone right now.
God, what if I die right now? What if nobody shows up before these things take effect?
What if my mum comes in here and finds me seemingly asleep,
sees the bottles and realizes it's something more?
Who would clean it up?
Would you leave my parents to wipe up the floor?
My friends and family to ask and keep score,
of all the times they hear a ukulele chord,
or smell spearmint gum?
God, this thing is too big for me to carry alone.
IT'S TOO MUCH FOR SOMEONE 16 YEARS OLD.
Why did you dump it all on me?
Why? Did you have some grand plan?
Am I a scheduled statistic? A cautionary tale?
Was I supposed to be a Motivational Speaker someday?
But you just changed your mind and made me a number for someone else to say?
You made me not good with numbers, after all.
You made me gay, after all.
You made me have Seasonal Affective and Chronic Clinical Depression, after all.
You made me the tubby little pizza face tomboy on the playground.
You made me be the Target for all of your Future Lawyers and Tax Consultants to build self-esteem off of.
Every time I had a friend, you'd take them away just in time for me to need them.
Why? Is this just a big sick joke? A nightmare? Perhaps I'm still a fetus in my mother's womb,
seeing nightmares of the future to come?
If I am, please abort me.
The world is fuzzy, God.
There are fireflies dancing around me, God.
The smell of iron and carpenters glue, God.
Pixels in a screen, God.
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She treads carefully down the hall
Trying hard to ignore them all
Glares of hatred, harsh tongues full of words of disgust
Cutting people down in their world is a must
She doesn't interact, only races to her locker
Avoiding them who judge her for loving another
To them it's sick, disgusting, wrong
To her their love is like a song
Unending, beautiful, and necessary
Hoping one day they can marry
But she is still condemned for her love
Of a girl who is surely from Heaven above
You heard correctly friends, oh yes it is true
She loves a girl, with blonde hair and eyes so blue
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Is being ab
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I take two Advil PMs for my headache. I could take them all and end this, but I take two. The sneers and dirty looks of today flash into my mind and I have to force myself to set the pill bottle down. What were my parents thinking? Sending me to a catholic school was the biggest mistake they could’ve made. There isn’t a Gay Straight Alliance here because it’s against the rules to be homosexual. No, they don’t have a rule in the student handbook that says “Being Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual or Transgender will resort in expulsion” but they might as well. The teachers don’t call on me when I raise my hand.
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Favorited , because it deserves it ... Because I could so easily sympathise with the situation , for sometimes we cannot help but understand that which we may have similarly experiensed ...
On another note , things are quite similar for the orthodox church most of the time , too ... ( 'Tis a Greek through and through , this woman now speaking ... ) Hatered , bigotry , lack of acceptance , you name it , it's usually people full of insecurity that feel more powerful while happily justifying their error under a veil of religion and ethics ...
... I wished I believed in a Higher Being , to tell them It/He/She/They DO NOT praise this kind of behavior ...
( Also , sorry I forgot to comment and side note - Why in the seven circles am I still awake at 3 and a half in the bloody morning ? Rhetorical question , that , obviously I am an insane person whose inspiration strikes at unconvenient times ... )
On another note , things are quite similar for the orthodox church most of the time , too ... ( 'Tis a Greek through and through , this woman now speaking ... ) Hatered , bigotry , lack of acceptance , you name it , it's usually people full of insecurity that feel more powerful while happily justifying their error under a veil of religion and ethics ...
... I wished I believed in a Higher Being , to tell them It/He/She/They DO NOT praise this kind of behavior ...
( Also , sorry I forgot to comment and side note - Why in the seven circles am I still awake at 3 and a half in the bloody morning ? Rhetorical question , that , obviously I am an insane person whose inspiration strikes at unconvenient times ... )