Poetry From The Heart - 3. How Could They Do This To Me

How could they do this to me
I thought I was their son
Put me out on the street
Just because I loved someone.

Because it was a boy
That my heart went out to
Because I found so much joy
In every single “I love you”

Our family now broken
Never again will it be the same
Hurtful words already spoken
How could they call me those names?

I'm not a bundle of sticks
I don't think I'm so strange
I don't need to be fixed
Why must, myself, I change?

Just because I'm not normal
I now have no home
Because I can't be formal
I've lost all I've ever known

I walk a little more
Tears streaming down my face
My feet are getting sore
But I must pick up the pace

Not knowing where I'll be
Not caring where I am
Hope I'm trying to see
I'll carry on, I'll do what I can

Staring at the white line
On this long and desolate road
Thoughts running through my mind
Of my once humble abode

I fall onto my knees
And scream at the sky above
God help me please
I need so badly to be loved

I never saw it coming
Until it was to late
The sounds of screeching tires
The awful horrible fate

I see myself lying in a bed
My parents stand around me
Monitors beeping, blood on my head
Death the only thing to foresee

A doctor comes walking in
His head held low
The look on his face was grim
It was time for me to go

Just before I closed my eyes
For the trip into a sky so starry
I heard my parents harmonize
“Son We're so very sorry”

All that could be done
Has now come and past
With God I am one
I have found love at last

With Angels I now fly
Look Mom I have wings
Tell Dad he shouldn't cry
I will always loudly sing

No more pain no more sorrow
No more strife or grief
No more wondering tomorrow
How could they do this to me