I've always known who I was.
I've always known how the world saw me.
I knew there were haters.
I knew there were hate crimes.
I didn't know I would be the victim of one.
They cut me open, and I'm bleeding out.
Red has never been my color.
It's going to stain my new white Alexander McQueen.
It's funny what people think about when they're dying.
It's funny that I'm dying.
That someone would want me to die.
I knew the world was cruel and cold.
I never knew it was this cold.
I never knew that it was this cruel.
I could've learned to love women.
I could've learned to love Mercedes.
Or even Brittney.
I wish I would have.
Because I'm bleeding out.
And I'm pale.
And my blood will stain my skin.
And they will dress me in some ugly suit for my funeral.
But no one will say anything.
No one will want to disturb me.
I wonder who will cry.
I won't cry.
I'm not crying now.
I'm confused to how people could hate me this much.
You never hated me Mercedes.
You always loved me.
Just like I loved you.
You loved my style.
And my hats.
And my corsets.
You would've looked great in a corset.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
Don't let anyone hate against you.
Now that I think about it.
I've committed hate crimes.
I've killed.
I've made people bleed and cry.
Rachel.
You were a diva.
You were always sure of yourself.
How could you let me take that away from you?
I'm sorry I made fun of your outfits.
They were you.
Just like being gay is me.
I'm so, so, so sorry.
I'm sorry I laughed when they made fun of you.
I'm sorry I made fun of you.
I'm sorry I broke you.
I'm sorry I destroyed your diva.
I'm sorry you cut yourself open.
I'm sorry you bled out.
I'm sorry they didn't let you wear animal sweaters in your casket.
I'm sorry I committed a hate crime against you.
I'm sorry you felt the need to write me a suicide note.
I'm sorry I had to read it.
I'm sorry it said: You Can't Defy Gravity Forever.
My blood is going to stain the football field.
I wonder if Finn is going to be upset.
Whether it's about me or the football field I'll never know.
I can't think of anything more to think about.
I can't think.
I can't hear.
Blood is filling up my ears and my mouth.
I'm choking.
I'm choking on my own blood.
I can't believe someone would hate me enough to make me drown in my own blood.
I feel the need to vomit.
I'll probably choke on that to.
Maybe I deserve this.
Maybe I deserve to die.
Maybe this is karma.
This hate crime.
Maybe this is karma for my hate crimes on the rest of the world.
I said I don't believe in God.
You asked what I believe in.
I'm not sure.
Maybe someday I'll figure it out.
If I figure it out
I'll try to let you know.
If I can.
Maybe reincarnation is real.
Maybe in my next life, I won't be gay.
Someone will love me.
Someone will accept me.
The world will accept me.
Maybe next time the world won't hate.
Maybe next time.
But probably not.
Hey Guys! Please please please review! Notice how Rachel keeps dying? Hint hint I will be doing Mr. Schue tell me if you want me to do Emma, Sue, and Jesse also!
