The Wolves...

I put my earphones in and listen to my music 
I know what they're saying, I can see it on their face
They call me names for being socially different 
I don't understand, why do they have to hate?

I can see them coming closer, I just want to run, but I'm afraid 
I pretend that I don't see them, I just want, one happy day 
The bruises on my face has just started to fade away
As my heart beats so fast, dying inside, to them it's ok 

The wolves come for the sheep
I'm kicked and punched in a heap 
School bag carrying letters to loved ones
Tonight is the night I'll choose to be gone

My eyes closed, feeling the thud against my head 
"Come on stand up, put up a fight!" One even said
My legs wouldn't bear the weight of my heavy body
Broken and bruised in tears, I'm just the lonely forgotten 

With every tear I taste, I feel another shoelace
The pain gets too much, then my hearing starts to fade
At least I can't hear them calling me, more horrible names 
Now it's just me, I'm learning ways not to feel pain 

I can't wait at a bus stop without been emotionally bullied 
My mam and dad seem to fight often about my studies 
They don't realize every night my rope gets a bit shorter 
They don't seem to see, that I might not be around for much longer 

The wolves come for the sheep
I'm kicked and punched in a heap 
School bag carrying letters to loved ones
Tonight is the night I'll choose to be gone

Was this my only fate
Why was I born gay
I could've been straight 
I could've avoided pain 
If only people would have seen me for who I am 
Instead I lived day to day, ashamed and so sad 

I write this last letter of goodbye;
"I don't want to live in a world that I'm not accepted"
"I don't want to walk my days broken hearted"
Let me love whoever I want
I will in my next life 
I will in my next life...