Author’s note: This is based on my real experiences growing up. Its intense, so reader discretion is advised.
“No more, please ....”
I lay in my bed, weeping and praying, just like I did every night.
Every single night.
“Make it stop. God, please, make it stop.”
I looked at my headboard, and for the millionth time considered ramming my head into it until I fell unconscious. Maybe I could bash this stuff out of my brain .....
“I cant do this anymore...please.”
Its a good thing I’m just about invisible, or the lack of sleep and constant crying would get someone to ask questions.
But nobody asks.
Not that I would have an answer if they did.
“I’ll be good boy, God. I want to be a good boy. I’m so tired...”
“I dont want to sin. I dont want to go to hell. Please help me....”
“God I’m begging.”
“Please make it so I can stop. Take it from me.”
“Please make me stop wanting to be a girl.”
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