Update 1: A poem

Up late, 

crying.

Smiling,

but inside dying.

Just leave me alone, 

let me rest, maybe sleep.

I don't need any of your bullsheep. (totally a saying)

So goodbye to your homophobe attitude, 

my thanks and gratitude,

wait. 

 no. 

you ruined my life,

yet i can't ruin yours.

so fly away with your birds, 

before i rip you apart 

with 

my

words.