Whenever I read or hear news about gay people(mostly teens)
Committing suicide, it really breaks my heart. I maybe too melodramatic about this issue but there’s something inside me that falls apart, like a piece of myself taken away and crushed until it hurts too much that tears starts to trickle down my face.
I don’t and will never know these people but there’s a bond between me and them. Perhaps my own (past) thoughts of suicide make this connection.
How I wish these people had only thoughts of suicide and did not put them into action. How I wish their love for themselves was powerful enough to overcome hate and even violence. How I wish the world was fair.
But it is not.
Even the strongest can be destroyed. A man can only take so much.
I hope it’s not too late for the world to realize the hurt and hate it nurses destroy its own beautiful precious people.
To all we’ve lost because of this, rest in peace and we’ll take care of the rest down here.
