This is a poem that I wrote about the slightly darker side of coming out of the closet, and one that I, luckily, haven't had to deal with. If anyone, both guests or people on the forum, have had to or may have to go through this, my heart goes out to you eternally, and I hope you stay strong.


He was just a simple teenager, living life his own way;
And it came as a huge shock to him that everyone knew he was gay.
Somehow, someway, he didn't know how, they all just...found out;
And when they looked down upon him, there was never any doubt.
He really wasn't ready, he hadn't told a soul;
When the bullying started, he just wanted to be swallowed whole.
Day by day, it never stopped, he knew it wouldn't end;
And no matter where he looked around, he didn't have one friend.
Home life wasn't much better, his parents didn't care;
All they ever really did was shout, scream and swear.
With no escape and no release, he truly felt alone;
Everyone that addressed him spoke in a harsh, or acidic tone.
The time came when he couldn't bear it any longer;
Throughout the whole ordeal, he'd wished he could be a lot stronger.
With a heavy heart and a tear-stained face, he picked up the bottle of pills;
Just looking at the tiny container containing the end of him gave him horrendous chills.
Unfortunately for him, there was no other way out, no way to get away;
If he ran away he'd be on his own, vulnerable and easy prey.
Living with homophobic family members really didn't help his plight;
And, with no other alternative, it was finally the fatal night.
A twist of the cap, another and another until the lid was free;
He counted in his head...one, two, three.
Quickly and without thinking, he swallowed the tablets down;
As he felt them slide down the back of his throat, his mouth contorted into a frown.
Then, within seconds, he was encased in an inescapable fit;
His insides felt like they were being battered, beaten and hit.
Foamy at the mouth and fitting violently, it would all be over soon;
He wasn't discovered until the next day, at noon.
His mother screamed and uncontrollably cried, his father weeping with sorrow;
Both of them wished, although it was much too late, that there boy would wake to see tomorrow.
In his final moments, throughout all of his pain, he felt a little twang of glee;
Because, at the end of it all, in his final living moments, he finally felt free...