WorthlessWorthless, what is in a name?Worthless3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
All my life i've been told i'm nothing,
my mother, my beloved mother, why do you look at me like i'm a criminal?
Father, father dearest, do you not look at me like a normal person?
If I am hurt, do i not cry?
Do I not bleed?
Everyday i look up to the sky wondering why i'm still here...
I feel used.
I feel hurt.
My lungs, they fill with pain, no one can imagine.
Not just my heart, but my body feels like its shutting down every time i wake up for the next day!
I am ill often.
I can not help that.
You know, i have not always been this way.
Looking up at the sky hoping that this nightmare would end.
Hoping to wake up to the girl of my life.
Waking up to a better ending.
I look at my reflection in the mirror.
My eyes, they look tortured.
They carry the light to my soul,
but its growing dimmer and dimmer...
When will it come?
that i will take my last breath of this world and enter the next?
Will i enter the life of the good?
or will I end up in the life of hell
My personal closet - part 1 Coming out of the closetMy personal closet - part 13 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Coming out of the closet, its not a simple thing.
I hold a girl in my arms, you hold a boy in yours.
I call her "mein liebchen". You call him, "my heart"
we are not that different, why do you scour at me?
I wear lipstick, eyeliner and dresses like a girl
You wear jeans and t-shirts.
Who is the one that is different? Which is the gay one?
Mother, father, brother sister.
I am gay, this is who i be. I do not go by impulse.
i fallow my heart by love.
I can assure that you did nothing wrong.
That this is not a Phase.
Friend, you ridicule me for not saying
"that guy is hot"
Friend, do i ridicule you for not feeling
the love and security of my best friend?
We have our differences.
My family, my friends.
I have one last thing i can ask from you,
Accept me...and let me come out of my personal hell
my personal closet.