It's a shame.
It's a shame that I have to be here.
By your death bed because…
You really shouldn't be dying at all.
Karofsky kissed me.
We got in a screaming fight,
And
Well
He kissed me.
It's a shame.
The bullies start liking us, right after you leave.
Right after you start dying.
But, you were already dying.
So I guessed they waited until you couldn't see.
Until you couldn't see their kindness.
But, what I think.
You haven't ever really seen kindness.
Everyone has been rude.
Everyone has been mean.
Everyone has been ugly.
To all of us.
But especially to you.
It's a shame.
I'm not going to cry.
I'm not going to cry now Rachel.
I wouldn't do that to you.
I wouldn't disrespect you like that.
To make you cry all of your life.
And then cry in front of you.
I'm not going to disrespect you like that.
I'm not going to say sorry either.
Because that would be for me.
To relieve my guilt.
It would be for me.
Not for you.
Even though we both know that I am.
But I did Rachel.
I did cry.
When they told us you were dying.
When you were never going to wake up.
I cried like a little boy.
Like the little gay boy I truly am.
Buy you never saw me as a gay.
You saw me as Kurt.
The boy you wanted to hate so bad.
But you never could.
You could never hate any of us.
And that's where it all started.
You didn't hate us.
We took advantage of you.
I took advantage of you.
I called you names.
I made fun of your sweaters.
Which may have been the worst thing of all.
Because you're sweaters are you.
Just like being gay is me.
And when you make fun of someone for who they truly are.
That's when you start to break.
That's when you start to crack.
But you never did.
You never did break.
In front of us at least.
But, then, we wouldn't have picked up the pieces.
It's a shame.
All of your talent is going to waste.
All of your love is going to waste.
All of you is going to be wasted.
It's a shame.