Nighttime.
How lonely it seems...
I look out my window.
What do I see, but a fire…
Oh glistening and pure, fire.
The soft flames, roaring like a lion.
Fire.
I see something more.
A sign.
But what does it say?
Those three words faintly glistening burning into my brain.
Fire.
It grows closer.
Fire.
I scream.
My soul engulfs in its flames.
Fire.
I’m trapped, and I run to the bathroom.
Trapped.
I grab my blade, and scream.
Trapped.
I see fire everywhere.
I’m trapped.
I try and think of happier times…
Trapped.
I scream, hoping someone will hear me.
Scream. As the blades edge grows near me.
The sign.
I realize my fate is sealed.
That sign…
Saying nothing more than three little words.
GOD HATES FAGS.
I realize my skin’s burning.
Like fire.
I scream, for it’s the last noise I’ll make.
Scream.
Caused by so much hate.
Just because people don’t like differences and change.
Screaming...I begin losing my breath.
Silence.
I lay still in my bed.
Silence.
The bloody flames cover my head.
Silence.
Medics run to my side.
Weeks.
They begin to go by.
Light.
Fills my eyes as I wake,
Cheers and happiness surround me.
I realize my fate.
My arms have bandages, folded and pressed.
My mother and father kiss my cheeks and sit down to rest.
The doctor saved me,
I’m glad he did...
Quiet.
I go back to school.
Tears...
Run down cheeks as I walk into the room.
Silence.
Fills the bullies mouths.
Whispers.
Run through the halls.
Standing.
Tall and mighty I’ll never back down.
Crying.
I run to my friends.
They tell me they love me,
that I should never cut again.
Apologies.
From the mouths of the bullies.
They stand with me now, and tell me to be strong.
For we are an army together, and it’s where I belong.
I’m here now, I guess that is what matters.
No more crying, no more fire, or those late night blood splatters.
No more worries at nighttime...
For nighttime is death’s partner in crime.