Internet told me that I was gay! I hated gay! Everyone hates gays, even God hated them so much that he burnt a whole city because of them. I am not gay!
That was my now biggest prayer. God I don’t wanna be gay. I was hopeful. I fasted. Read the word and all my tender mind could think.
Author: Surrafel (Anyonymous) Poem They won’t like you no more When they realize What makes you beautiful Is your very brokenness. And just like that, What beheld beauty Will behold scorn. They will look at you like a curse, Only acknowledge your beautiful But never call you
Author: Surrafel (Anyonymous) Poem Let me take a moment and sing you a song For the many days you’ve carried on with your cross You have kept on bold and strong Contemplated suicide, and some days wanted a one-night stand To ease your pain or fill the
Next came the part I dreaded most; having to tell someone I could trust what I had been going through. Who could I trust with such a burden, someone who I knew couldn’t use it against me in any situation? After much prayer and deliberation, I approached my pastor, ready for any response from the ends of the spectrum; understanding and a genuine desire to help, or a tirade on how unfit I was to even tell him of such a terrible struggle.