I’ve heard it over and over
F*****
F*****
F*****

It rings in my head
Never stopping
Always a different voice

Telling me that I am wrong
That I am a sin
A sin to all
That I should just die

So many times I have thought
Maybe they are right
But I think about others
The ones who support
Peer-pressuring me to stay
And everyone says,
Peer-pressure isn’t good

Those voices of friends
They are the ones
That keep me going

They keep me as sane
As the speaker is
Keeping me away from
The rope,
The pills,
The alcohol,
The needles,
And the blades

Telling me
I am worth something
That I am not a sin
That I was meant
To be this way

I thank them
Without them
There might be one less person
In this world.