His Story - Homosexuality.

Be different from others, be yourself...
Yea that's what they all say.
Yet they don't understand your pain.

I'm a man who loves another man...
Love is beautiful, love is right, love is great, yea that's what they all say...
Why do they treat my love like it's wrong, like it's disgusting, like it's dirty, like it needs to STOP.
Why is my love wrong...

It was a day, like any other day.
I was walking towards the school gate, and some guys were waiting.
They asked me to come with them.
They led me behind the school building.
-What, do you want to be friends?
They pushed me on the ground.
-No, we came to play with you faggot.
Seems they found out about my orientation...
-I'm sorry but, you're not my type.
They took out a knife and they cut my face.
A teacher came and chased them away.

Why, why did this happen to me?
I put on a smile on the next day.
Everything will be OK.
People in the class began mocking me:
"Faggot", "weirdo", "freak"...
Why, why does it happen to me?

I tried to smile, it's OK words can't kill.
Everyday at school was unpleasant for me.
Laughs, swearing, stares, calling names - were the only things that people did after seeing me.
I began to hate myself.
"Seems I'm really as bad as they say".

I stopped smiling, it's not OK words can't kill...although I wish they did.
One cut, two cuts, three cuts...
My wrist began to bleed.
Razor blade...now you're my only friend.
You're the only one that can help me soothe the pain.

I fell over on him, our lips touched...
Damn, he will beat me up into a pulp.
He smiled, asked if I'm OK.
His name was Andrew.
A junkie ,but he's great.
We became friends...
We became a couple.

People found out, that Andrew is close to me.
He was covered in scars, bruises.
My boyfriend said it's OK. That he will always be by my side...
Andrew I can see your pain...

It hurts so bad, all I want is our happiness...
I want acceptance, I want the world to know that you are MINE.
I want us to be treated normally, like humans...
Not weirdoes, not outcasts not freaks!
Why is our love wrong...

Andrew...I love you, I love you. Why can't people understand?!
Andrew all I want is you.
Your smile eases my pain.
Your tears break my heart.
Andrew, I need to see you.
I want to hug you, I want to kiss you...

I've got a call :
"I'm sorry for your loss. Andrew is gone..."
Why Andrew?!
Why did you overdose?!
It was my fault...
I got no right to love...

I took a razor blade in my hands.
Oh my only friend, lend me your strength.
One slash, and I'm gone...