GrimAsEver

I could make you cry I could break you down And make you fall Cry I am too far gone I am out of my mind And I can't even focus on your face Gone I don't want to see you hurt I don't hear your voice anymore And I love you so much Hurt I am sorry I am sorry And I am sorry Sorry

"Mum, Dad, I'm gay" I watched as my mother's face contorted into a series of different expressions, from mild surprise to understanding to disappointment. My father, on the other hand, looked like he was having a hard time trying not to explode. "No." he stated firmly through gritted teeth. "My son - my only son - is not... gay." He stood up and nodded his head, as if to confirm that his statement was true. I was worried that this would happen. My father had never been too accepting of homosexuals. "Yes Dad, I am. I'm sorry if y-" "Don't you DARE talk back to me!" he cut me off. "We have to do something about this. I will not have a queer