Your maker turns on you

by Love Scotty   Jun 27, 2011


As the tears run down my cheeks, the words you have said to me buzz in my head like bees. I hear your gay or you look gay or even your ugly. And I just want to stop. I'm on the end of my string, I don't know what to do. But it's hard to get help, when you can't hide from your mother</3

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