1 of every 10 people born is gay. That means 1 of every 10 people is instantly put down, given bad labels, left alone, put in a minority and so much more.. all for something they didn't ask for. Many gay teens are committing suicide as a way of escaping. If you want to tell them life will get better and you respect them for who they ...are, put this on your profile, most of you won't, but let's see the 5% of you who will.
The boy you punched in the hall today? Committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today? She's a virgin. The boy you called lame? He has to work every night to support his family. That girl you pushed down the other day? She's already being abused at home. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself. The old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. The boy you made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. You think you know them? Guess what, You don't! Re-post if you are against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but repost this if you're that 1% that has a heart.
I don't care if you're gay or straight, everybody needs love.
I don't care if you're diseased with an incurable sickness, everybody deserves a chance.
I don't care if you're ugly or pretty, everybody has flaws.
I don't care if you're black or white, everybody has the same capabilities.
I don't care if you're weird, everybody needs to change.
I don't care if you're rich or poor, everybody needs warmth.
I don't care if you're different, everybody is.
Repost this if you agree with it.
~My name is Chris
~I am three,
~My eyes are swollen
~I cannot see,
~I must be stupid
~I must be bad,
~What else could have made
~My daddy so mad?
~I wish I were better
~I wish I weren't ugly,
~Then maybe my mommy
~Would still want to hug me.
~I can't do a wrong
~I can't speak at all
~Or else I'm locked up
~All day long.
~When Im awake Im all alone
~The house is dark
~My folks aren't home.
~When my mommy does come home
~I'll try and be nice,
~So maybe I'll just get
~One whipping tonight.
~I just heard a car
~My daddy is back
~From Charlie's bar.
~I hear him curse
~My name is called
~I press myself
~Against the wall.
~I try to hide
~From his evil eyes
~I'm so afraid now
~I'm starting to cry.
~He finds me weeping
~Calls me ugly words,
~He says it's my fault
~He suffers at work.
~He slaps and hits me
~And yells at me more,
~I finally get free
~And run to the door.
~He's already locked it
~And I start to bawl,
~He takes me and throws me
~Against the hard wall
~I fall to the floor
~With my bones nearly broken,
~And my daddy continues
~With more bad words spoken,
~''I'm sorry!? I scream"
~But it's now much too late.
~His face has been twisted
~Into an unimaginable shape.
~The hurt and the pain
~Again and again
~Oh please God, have mercy!
~Oh please let it end!
~And he finally stops
~And heads for the door
~While I lay there motionless
~Sprawled on the floor.
~My name is Chris
~I am three,
~Tonight my daddy
~Murdered me.
-Post if you're against child abuse.
