Beyond the skin is a mind vying for the thing everyone wants.
Affection.
Compasion.
Care.
Love.
A close friend of mine commited suicide two days ago.
He was a bright young man. He had a future. He had a gift.
But he never had love.
He was homosexual. And for some reason he was hated for it.
He was always made fun of and put down.
I tried to be a good friend. I talked to him every day.
I wasn't enough.
What's the point?
THEY'RE IS NONE.
MAKING FUN OF SOMEONE BECAUSE OF THEIR ETHNIC, RELIGIOUS, OR SEXUAL PREFFERENCE IS WARRANTED BY NOTHING.
It only causes pain.
Nobody likes pain.
What would the world be like if everyone was more considerate...?
