Hold On by Jade P.

HOLD ON

“Faggot,” they call him,
“Why do you look funny?”
But they don’t know anything,
Innocent hearts beaten and stabbed,
Their thin patches and infected needles hold it together,
But diseases spread along the way,
They grip the branch that keeps them high,
But the high keeps them seeing the night sky without,
Stars, the day with no sun,
They’re blinded,
Back to the OLD ways,
running down their arms and hands,
The pills don’t help they only hurt more. away the
and girls just can’t take it anymore,
But they hold on…
They feel maybe one day it will be better,
Torment will be Over,
They can be themselves,
No more Prescriptions,
No artificial Happiness,
Just the Pureness of healed hearts,
They HOLD ON,
It’s not over,
But some days, they feel broken,
No pride, no self-confidence,
It has scared their minds,
Deep inside is with
They feel ,
But they don’t know they’re NOT,
The People Who Care are blacked out,
Completely,
Left in the shadows
Scrambling as much as they can,
They are on the other side of the ,

, Anger act like guards,
Towards the , and care
People give to them,
Locked up for
But they don’t Understand,
They don’t know they’re the of the beholder.
They could see Change if they wanted it,
To not
Don’t walk away from life,
Walk into it,