Blood rolls down my arm like spattered rain.
The question they ask is too much pain.
Gay, straight, or bi they ask?
I always said no to first and last.
Dating the girl we all know from school?
I said no as if they were fools.
Why must they know these things?
It's not like there not true anyways.
I'm dating that girl from school,
Gay and happy just as they asked.
They ask me these things again and again,
Hoping to break me down so I confess.
But if I confess they will hurt me with their words and fists.
Wouldn't it be better to end my life just like this?
Surely it would be better in the afterlife?
But then I think about my hopeful future wife,
And how sad she would be,
If her partner took her own life.