Wounds

I hoped the last year of jr high would go out with a bang,
all i really wanted to do was hang.
Yet, daily i was mocked and made fun of,
because of who i love.
Fag.
Queer.
Words i know all to well,
I just wish i could get out of this hell.
Sometimes i have thoughts of self-destruction,
but all i need is some confidence construction.
When will people just mature,
grow up, in other words.
I cant deal with this my entire life,
I just want to grab a knife.
I know i shouldn't.
I know i wouldn't.
But sometimes i just wish i could,
to release the pain,
Help me deal.
Hopefully my internal wounds will heal.