Twenty-One Wilted Roses
I am not one of the lucky ones.
"...And in just three weeks, we will be having our Senior Graduation..."
Finally.
Three weeks to go.
I hate this school.
I hate this town.
I hate my life.
" Hey Fag, you gonna go down to one of them queer towns when you get outta this shit hole?"
I heard this just as a paper ball hit my head.
Again.
It happens every day.
I just turn around and glare.
Why waste my words on him?
There was no one to talk to at my school.
Its a Southern Babtist dominated school.
Full of hardcore republicans.
I come from a family of Episcopalians.
Hardcore librals.
Naturally, I and my family are hated.
Naturally, even more now that I "Came out".
Naturally, i'm going to hell.
At least thats what Steve says.
Steve is the one who through the ball.
Big, bad and tough, his family owned a farm.
During the summer he worked there, it toughened him up a bit.
He's the one who through the ball everyday.
I had a mark on my cheek where he through them.
I had three more weeks of this.
And then a whole life of shit.
Wait.
Why am I still living here?
This is hell, isn't it?
Could it get more worse than this?
I hear the ring of the bell.
Its time to leave.
Time.
To.
Leave.
So I run to the bathroom.
No one sees me.
No one ever does.
I turn into a stall.
I reach into my pocket.
I pull out the bottle of asprin.
For headaches.
I get them often.
Very often.
So I take the whole bottle.
Dump it down my throat.
And swallow.
I shut my eyes.
Minutes pasted.
The world was starting to spin.
I was starting fade.
I could see all the good left in the world.
I could see all the hate that made me die.
I could feel no pain.
Just love.
For once I felt love.
But it was all too late.
One day soon I would have been accepted.
The world will love.
Gay like me will be accepted.
One day.
One day....
I am not one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school.
It was simply too much to bear.
Finally.
Three weeks to go.
I hate this school.
I hate this town.
I hate my life.
" Hey Fag, you gonna go down to one of them queer towns when you get outta this shit hole?"
I heard this just as a paper ball hit my head.
Again.
It happens every day.
I just turn around and glare.
Why waste my words on him?
There was no one to talk to at my school.
Its a Southern Babtist dominated school.
Full of hardcore republicans.
I come from a family of Episcopalians.
Hardcore librals.
Naturally, I and my family are hated.
Naturally, even more now that I "Came out".
Naturally, i'm going to hell.
At least thats what Steve says.
Steve is the one who through the ball.
Big, bad and tough, his family owned a farm.
During the summer he worked there, it toughened him up a bit.
He's the one who through the ball everyday.
I had a mark on my cheek where he through them.
I had three more weeks of this.
And then a whole life of shit.
Wait.
Why am I still living here?
This is hell, isn't it?
Could it get more worse than this?
I hear the ring of the bell.
Its time to leave.
Time.
To.
Leave.
So I run to the bathroom.
No one sees me.
No one ever does.
I turn into a stall.
I reach into my pocket.
I pull out the bottle of asprin.
For headaches.
I get them often.
Very often.
So I take the whole bottle.
Dump it down my throat.
And swallow.
I shut my eyes.
Minutes pasted.
The world was starting to spin.
I was starting fade.
I could see all the good left in the world.
I could see all the hate that made me die.
I could feel no pain.
Just love.
For once I felt love.
But it was all too late.
One day soon I would have been accepted.
The world will love.
Gay like me will be accepted.
One day.
One day....
I am not one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school.
It was simply too much to bear.