Just a very depressing poem made at 1:00am
The cold floor greets arms and a torso, caressing the fabric and skin
Hard and stif are both person and object, only human was there by 'sin'
"You're wrong" they said, confused and disgusted "You cannot love that person"
Tears leaking onto the ground as the person is dwelling in past
"Why?" Human asked "Why are they so quick to judge, when consuming their body is rage?"
"When?" Human stated "When will they stop hatred and greed from spreading across the globe?"
"How" They finally said "How can my people judge their own kin? The kin they raised and loved?"
"When now I am here- why am I in this dark shallow pain I cannot seem to grasp. All because of my love, the love I shall never greet again"
"The love I may never place gentle kisses upon, the love my heart only loves? Now they want me to love another, give my same affection I have grown to a stranger"
"Now here I stay; my family would rather have a dead body on this floor then their child, born gay"
Creators note:
I am not basing this on true events as my family is supportive, but I do believe heavily that kinds of people like these parents need to stop. Just love, don't hate <3 (Also, just made the art above! So proud!!! Luv u all!!!)
