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Somebody Loves YouSomebody loves you
No matter who you are
Whether you're happy or sad
A friend is never far

Somebody loves you
When you're feeling your worst
That moment where you're hopeless
They're always there on the scene first

Somebody loves you
Even if you feel alone and hated
Waiting to listen to your every word
Helping until your sadness has faded

Somebody loves you
When you've screwed up something
And need something to push you forward
Everything imaginable they will bring

Somebody loves you
I promise this true
Even I shall give you love
Whenever you're feeling blue

Spread the Love <3

don't you ever leave me.i was walking to the store,
when i saw her sitting in the pier.
tears dropped in to the ocean,
as she shed them,
regretting everything.

i sat by her,
doing nothing but,
staring in front of me.

"it was a mistake."
she whispered.
i turned to her,
"what was a mistake?"

"to kiss another girl.
i was not supposed to fall in love,
with a girl.
i'm a freak."
she sobbed.

i looked at her and as another tear was dropping to the ocean,
i catch it in the palm of my hand.
"loving someone shouldn't make you feel like a freak;
it's supposed to make you feel whole."

"i hate you." she said and took my hand.
"and i am so scared to love yo

My black broken heartHave you ever seen my tears?
Have you ever wonderd who I realy am?
Do you know my story?
I think not,
becous all you do is call me names.
You always make up lies.
Am I alone in this world?
A loner in the shadows?
Im just a lonely soul.
Nobody never bother to ask if Im okay.
Now I know that you dont care.
You and your friends are making up storys about me.
As I walk home from the school life,
you and your friends start spilling jokes about me.
You sayd I was a hooker and everybody belived it.
Nobody asks me if its true,
everyone but belives your fauls lies.
My lonely heart is bleeding.
Do I have to kill myself so you

What do you do?Where do you go when nothing's left?
Where do you turn when there is not path?
When the world drops away and you're left in the air,
What do you do, when there's only blackness?
You learn to love the dark
Slowly leaching away your light self
Give everything to the voice
Never turn back
What do you do when you're all alone?
Where do you turn when all you see are backs?
When no one's listening to your screams
What do you do when there's only silence?
You learn to cherish the silence
Slowly forgetting human voices
Turn up the music
And let it pound out your eardrums
What do you do when your home runs away?
Where do you go when t

OutI am who I am.

So today,
On coming out day,
If you don't like it,

too damn bad.

Love is funny.Love is funny.

Before it touches you, you feel content. You pass through life well enough.

But you don't know what anything means until it touches you.

When you find someone and love grows between you—real love, not the superficial hook-up sort of thing—everything changes. What you once thought was living seems like an apathetic, empty existence. Now you are alive. Now you feel things deeply. Now you have clarity. Now you have something that matters above all else.

Love is funny, because it is blind.

So when your love is shattered by others because of gender, age, class, race, religion, any of those things that love ignores whe

There is Nothing Wrong With MeThere is nothing wrong with me. I promise you that. But i am told differently every day. I am told i am strange; i am told i am wrong. I have been told my existence is a waste of space, and that i've stolen the air of those more deserving.
These things do not usually make me feel any worse about myself. After all, as long as i know i am a normal person, just as deserving of this life as the next one, then what else would i really ever need?
But lately there has been a weight on my shoulders. It has come back from the deepest abyss to haunt me. The thought that they were right - that i am worth nothing. Just because i know in my mind this is

her nightmare.she was good girl,
an amazing friend,
a perfect daughter,
popular in school,
until she relieved her true self.

her friends defined her as a sick freak.
her parents kick her out.
she was bullied,
'till she was bruised on the ground.

her life broke down,
she cried herself to sleep,
hoping she never wakes up.

why?
- because she kissed a girl.

Eight is Enough"Eight is Enough"
by Tai Wilson

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We've come so far, yet have so far to go.

They say that
Seven ate nine;
But eight ate more.
Eight ate love.
Eight ate peace.
Eight ate progress.

They say they like us,
That they tolerate us.
But tolerate is just
taller than hate.
You can still be bigger.

Some was just poor language
You voted 'No' so that
people could say 'Yes;'
say 'I do.'

Some was from misconceptions, as they were
told to hate
those who can't procreate.

Some was based on text,
taken from its context.
They were told of two great cities
Which weren't all that great
And the story of Lot,
offering hi

Welcome?"Welcome"
An old man hands her a bulletin
Does he know?
Does he know he just welcomed a gay into his church?
What if he did?
Would he take it back?
Kick her out?
Yell at her?
Tell her she's a sinner?
No.
This old man doesn't know.
He doesn't know that yet another secret gay just walked into his church.
Another parishioner sits in the pews ostracized
Listening to the Pastor at the pulpit
Slowly dying inside knowing she doesn't fit in,
Knowing this church doesn't accept her orientation, the love of her life.
No.
This man doesn't know.
She takes the bulletin, feigns a smile, and walks into the church.
She finds a seat in the

you are my high school love.she was a nerdy loner in the school,
they called her Bomb,
she thought it was a joke,
they though she'll explode one day,
from all the bullying she had to cope with.

she was the popular girl,
Stacy was a perfect blonde,
with a secret,
and no one to tell.

Bomb met Stacy in a lunch brake.
Stacy didn't know her,
even that Bomb sat in front her in the chemistry class.
it was just a passing moment,
and they walked in different ways.
Bomb never knew,
Stacy turned to look back at her.

Weeks went pass,
Stacy gathered courage to go to talk to her,
"come with me."
Stacy said.
Bomb thought,
this was again the time,
when she would f

This GirlDance for me
I shall not even faze
Sing for me
And you will get praise
Speak for me
I will lead you my voice
Marry me
You are the genuine choice

HomosexualYou leaf through me
Like you would the pages of a book
You judge me like you judge books
You hate books
I don't even think you can read

They say you can't judge a book by its cover
No,
You judge it because it's a book
And don't give it a second chance after that

You don't bother to actually look to see what's on the inside
It can't help its species
Anymore than you can help yours
Anymore than I can help mine

I didn't choose to be this way
To have all my pages tainted with rainbows
And to have my cover black and blue and bruised

Who would choose a life like this?
To be discriminated against, bullied, beaten
Sometimes to death

Tossed Aside

Mom, Dad…I have something to tell you, something that I've been keeping from you for years. Please promise me that you'll love me no matter what I say, and that you'll support me to the end.

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Rainbow Angel

by *freya-sorell, Jul 24, 2010, 7:24:59 AM
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You gave me an angel
Oh, how sweet and precious he used to be
Before dust and dirt covered his crystal wings
With hate, shame and cruelty

Suddenly he cannot fly
Bounded to the earth
Longing to die
All alone
Left by me
Left by you
Lying on shattered memories of love
Murdered in agony
They oppose reality ... Change destiny .... Create fear ... Uncertainty

In world so straight
Like line of soldiers in bloody nest
Waiting for bird of death
To carry them to their eternal rest

You gave me an angel
Printed with colours of rainbow
Printed with tears harder than stone
Under my head, below my elbow

Now I´m staying out of the line
Hate me, Kill me, Punish me
I´ll still be just fine
You can´t make a change, can´t create the different wind
Coz here I´m my own angel
Made from rain and light
And one day I´ll find my wings ...
One day I´ll learn how to fly