I've heard it over and over

faggot

faggot

 

It rings in my head

never stopping

always a different voice

 

Telling me that I am wrong

that I am a sing

a sin to all

that I should just die

 

So many times I have thought

maybe they are right

that I should just end it

 

But I think about others

the ones who support 

peer-pressuring me to stay

 

those voices of friends

they are the ones

that keep me going

keep me living

 

They keep me as sane

as the speaker is

keeping me away from

the rope,

the pills,

the alcohol,

and the blades

 

Telling me

I am worth something

that I am not a sin

that I was meant

to be this way

 

I thank them

without them

there might be one less person

in this world.