Johnny went to school that day with his new pink shirt on.
They laughed at him when he walked by and told him he was wrong.
Johnny went home that day and tore his shirt to pieces,
then he went to bed and cried himself to sleep.
For the next few years he hid how he felt, he played a life not very well dealt.
He hung around guys, and dated girls,
he made himself cool, and broke all the rules. but johnny didn't ever get to be happy, if he said he was gay no-one would except him, so one sad night he sat in his room he cuts his wrist deep, he ran to the bathroom and o a towel, then sat on the ground and did it again. this time he cut too deep. The next day when his mom walked in to his room,
Her face so pale, so much gloom.
She saw her dead sons face, and the tear still in his eyes, she burst into a loud fit and a regretful cry.
Then she bent over and picked up the piece of paper by her feet. A note to her from her son and this is what it reads..
Dear mom,
I love you, ill always love you, and I'm sorry i went like this. i cant imagine the look on your face when you saw me sitting here dead. I wanted to tell you, but not like this I'm gay. Yeah i know you didn't wanna find out this way. I'm sorry that you never got to see how truly happy i could be, if only you would have let me be...me.
Love Johnny
**~ this is to you Johny~**
please don't hate someone because of how they feel, you never know how far they can take it. For my friend Johnny it ended in death, I wrote this after his death, and i finally got enough courage to out it in here.
