once i went home that day,

my parents made me sit down and talk with them.

they weren't close anymore.

they sat in different seats,

but i guess that was my fault.

then they asked me what happened and why i was depressed.

i didn't know what to tell them.

how do you tell you're parents that all you want to do with your life is end it?

"i want to kill myself."

i couldn't say that,

so instead i said something so much worse that i knew they would never understand.

and they didn't.

of course they didn't.

"i'm gay"

those two words managed to ruin my life.

as soon as they slipped out of my lips,

my father's fist came in contact with my jaw.