Your bad, go home, loser, fag
These were the words that made me sad.
Your stupid, weird, your very unclear
I hear them every day, every month, every year.
Who wants you, your ugly, go kill yourself someday
I actually wanted to, I considered it and found the knife to my throat. Tears crashing on the floor, air not there anymore.
I almost died that day. For those who never cared. For those who thought it was ok. For those who always starred. For those I thought that loved me but never did anyway. For those who made it a mission to snuff me out like a flame. All just for the pain to go away.
I almost died that day. But I will never be that way ever again.
I am great, my words are immaculate
My concern for this world brought me back again.
To be a beacon of light for those who want to follow me
And
For those who need to understand
That
When time fades away and the darkness begins wither in, to stay.
That a light can burn it all away, make you want to see the day
When
Your happy and proud to finally yourself.
I am a poet for now, book writer tomorrow, designer for the future, a hero for life, and a legend for all time, and my children will see their father always shine.
So my journey isn't over. but the legend begins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A survivor you are and for good reason. Keep writing. There are a lot of good writers and kind people on this site. They even embrace this onery old pirate.