I have this constant feeling in my chest. It feels as though there is always this weight that is holding me back.
It's not too heavy. It doesn't restrict my breath. It's enough to feel; it's enough to know it's there. Yet it's not enough to kill me.
This weight is my burden. The burden of believing in a higher power, yet going against it all with my own lifestyle.
I feel that I should know God exists; yet, if He does, I have betrayed Him with my sexuality. Nothing is harder than accepting that fact.
I know some of my family will hate me. Others have already expressed their disapproval of my feelings. That is the burden of being raised in a religious environment.
If I were to fully come out as gay instead of bisexual, I already know what would happen. News would spread like wild fire, and they would berate me and pray for me until I was finally tipped over the edge.
I would finally give in to my inner most thoughts and I would end it all before it all even began.
A/N
Hey guys. Sorry this is kind of emo. I'm feeling in a bit of an emo mood today. I do hope someone can relate to this feeling though. If you guys like my stuff, don't hesitate to let me know! Or if you have any, I would love constructive criticism also! Anyways, Happy Mother's Day to everyone. I hope it's a good one! Bye bye!
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