Coming out is one of the hardest things to do. It can either be accepted or denied. You may fight tears or learn to smile. In this case, I had to fight for survival.

My name is Tim. I am 16. I just came out of the closet to my mom. She won’t even look at me. She’s selling all my stuff. Why won’t she acknowledge me at the dinner table? I hate when you ignore me. Did you ever love me, mom?

Tears are pouring down my face. I’m sorry for telling the truth. I know you hate me. This is for the best. I’ll take these pills and never wake up again. I hope you miss me then. At least, this pain will fade away.

My body is in a casket. My family is at the funeral. They are smiling. I hear my dad say that he is glad that I am dead. I  can see my friend jump on him and beat his sadness into him. I’m sorry that I hurt my friend. I’m happy that it doesn’t hurt anymore but I’m sad that my friend hurts.