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                                                too     Scared of life, I cant carry on
                                               
                                                too     Useless for everyone, they all want me gone
                                             
                                                too     Impossible to love, impossible to care
                                                                     
                                                too     Confused in this broken land, for me no-one is there
                                                                     
                                                too     Invisible for everyone, they think I am a bore
                                                                     
                                                too     Damage at heart which they gladly tore

                                                too     Emotional, i cant live on anymore

sticks and stones

Sticks and stones may break your bones but words can never hurt you

 the truth is they hurt a lot.

I can’t even remember when it first began the day I became there victim their target they took away my happiness and now all I dream of is a time in my special place. 

The place where I can be alone where they can’t hurt me anymore

 when my mind and spirit are free there are no barriers or anyone to judge me

 this is where I can forget the pain inside me. 

Here I am free from everything and more importantly everyone.

 I can feel the windblown through my hair it carries the pain away. 

The grass brushes against my hand like a thousand tenderers comforting me. 

Birds are above and around me they are my company 

this is my piece of heaven and no one can take it away from me but of course it is only heaven for a while 

the pain is always just around the corner calling my name 

calling me back.

 I have no friends and no one to talk to and no one to tell.

 I am so lost in my loneliness with no hope of escape

 so I sit here for hours crying tears no-one sees

 talking words that no-one hears.

 No one knows what is really going on

 everyone sleeps peacefully in their beds looking forward to tomorrow 

but not me you see I know I am on the brink. 

I am sorry if I hurt you. 

But it has to be this way 

you see I am going to my heaven

 I am going to be free like the birds 

the windblown through my hair as the sun warms my face

 those sticks and stones won’t hurt me any-more

 I will be happy at last.

open your eyes

So i have this friends who is gay
he sits down and tells me this, then anxiously turns away
as if expecting some sort of reaction, like i'd be delighted or ashamed
and all i can do is hug him, and tell him that it's okay
okay, of course it's okay, man of all the words to say
yet okay on this day is the only phrase that i manage to weekly portray
how brave, he is braver than most in the world today
than you, or I, or anyone that thinks to be gay  is just okay
yet i can see why he might be scared cause there's always one in a group of three
that say it is Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve
man those people infuriate me
when we live in a world where sometimes it is illegal
for a man to hold hands with a man:
love is banned
politicains debating what is natural, whats not
while those third world kids, what have they got?
not enough to survive an impoverished life, and thats natural?
with opened arm churches preaching 'love thy neighbour'
but not like that, take a step back that is the world he is looking at
and what about me? straight guy here yet i have been called camp, fag, girly, queer
i have been called them all, cause my hair is quiet fancy and can sing high notes
which makes me a stereotype and a pawn to insults but i am not insulted
and when people ask me if i am straight or gay i change my answer everyday
now gay marriage is becoming legal, some have opened there eyes
finally accepting that gay rights are human rights
and now my friend can be himself no threat of of mental bruises
my friend is free to love whoever the hell he chooses
it is not gay marriage, its just marriage no horse drawn carriage, just two people in eternal bliss
and if you say that is not what god wants
than your god doesn't know what love is