He was walking back home alone in eerie silence,

When suddenly, he was grabbed and subjected to extreme violence.

His jeans were pulled down and each thrust broke a part of him,

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he quietly cried when the lights were dim.

He had to confide, he had to tell someone,

To ease his affliction, it had to be done.

"Man up, attention-seeking faggot!" the boys teased and the girls snickered,

Snarky, little comments echoed in the hallways from which he never recovered.

He found himself lost in a endless void of swirling emotions,

There was no relief with people abiding to their ridiculous notions.

Because boys were carved out of stones and they could never cry,
So his family discarded his story as another lie.

He finally committed suicide knowing where he would belong,

Why did people pray to ease the suffering of his soul?

When that was what he wanted all along.