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CutsDyke.Fag.Queer.Words I've come to know as name.They jeer and they push and they taunt.I give them no tears, no blood, no hurt.I remain as sturdy as stone.Underneath I am crumbling.Do they know each word is a cut?A mentally inflicted wound?With every sharp letter,I am left with another hurt to heal.What does it matter?Why should I care?Their ignorance should not bother me.But it does and it will, forever.I am still a person.Still worth the attention and voice of any other.But they don't care.I'm worthless, useless, beneath them.I'm gay.
CutRaise the blade to my wristClench my hand into a fistCool metal against my fleshI can't be like the restSlice my skin, feel no painI can never be the sameBlood dripping down my armI can only cause harmTears streaming from my eyesNobody is able to hear my criesSelf-hatred sinks into my heartRipping myself apartHearing nothing, nothing at allJust the thump as I fallSmell the scent of my own fearNothing is as it appearsOpen mouth, but no soundMy own voice, I haven't foundTouch my blood, I feel coldWondering why I haven't toldTaste my blood, metallic flavorSomething I will always savorNever again shall I loveHatred is all I will think ofHappiness is all you seeYet, sorrow is all I can beConfusion and dismayWill forever call my nameDarkness looming in my mindI don't know what I'm trying to findSo many things that I lackVision fades into black