Homophobia 2

A walk down the hall,
Used to be so quiet and nice,
But now I fear it,
More then ever before,
Because as I walk,
Down these lonely halls,
I am torn apart,
As I hear these words,
Exit their mouths,
Gay, Faggot, Wierdo, Homo.
It all hurts just the same,
And as I tunr the corner,
Of the hallway,
Towards my locker,
I see it.
The big bold letters,
In bright red spray paint.
FAG is read across my locker.
I just couldn't handle that,
I broke down right then and there.
What little of my soul was left,
You just distroyed.
I have no will to live,
Especially here with you,
So I place this noose,
Around my neck,
And jump from this chair.
All you fuckers can go to hell.