The kid

A Story by Noah

They call him a f*g and a quer
When his assaulters don't know his end is near,
Their words pierce him like a knife through butter
And the fate he chose still make his family shudder,
He didn't end it with a knife or pills,
But with a rope on the tree on top of the hill.
On the tree he left a note,
With the last words he ever wrote.
"What you called me was true, I do like dudes. But being told gay is not ok, has driven me to kill myself today. I hung myself from this tree so all of you can see, a life ended without need, just because I was playing for the other team."