Sweet Release

I'll do it. I'll jump. I'll fall and meet my maker. We'll no I won't. I'm a boy, and I'm not supposed to like other boys.

I tried to stop. Getting in trouble with Daddy just to feel his belt against my skin. My own razor across my wrist. Beat the gay out. Let the gay run down my arm deep red. Nothing worked.

I stare into the rushing water below. I remember life just as my secret illness struck. Playing on the railing in early summer morning before cars crossed the bridge over the quick river.

Just an accident they'll think. My almost accidents on the bridge are known around this god awful town. My mom, friends, teachers, they won't suspect. Just a sad, unfortunate accident.

One jump. Just a simple step forward. It will permanently fix me. No more secrets or hiding or- or. No more wrong feelings for-. Just no more. Simply no more.

I could leave a letter- No! Maybe one for- No! Just to tell him how I feel. No! No one can know. It's my illness to deal alone. My problem to fix. My life to end.

I'll do it. I'll jump. I'll fall to my sweat release and meet my maker. We'll no I won't. I'm a boy, and I'm not supposed to like other boys.