Secrets aren't for sharing...

The Beginning of the End

Have you ever felt as if your world has tumbled down in the space of seconds? Well mine did. And I tell you now, it felt as if hell murdered me and if that wasn't enough, they resurrected my body but my soul was imprisoned in the depths of the burning pits of the underworld.. All because I was different, gay, and worst of all afraid of leaving this barred closet. I couldn't sleep, all that was on my mind was his face, the devil. He, no, it wouldn't let me go, my thoughts were clouded and dark, I had no one or no where to turn to. All but the closet. I sat there most days just thinking, nothing else, about how dirty I felt in my own skin to be gay, how I'd be looked down upon if I was to come out of my shell of confinement, I was unnatural. I was so ashamed of myself, it was just one time it happened. But whatever I did, time could not change what happened and only it knew what a crime I had committed. It was as if the devil, itself, had planned this game all along. And I fell for it.