I feel the struggles of my life,
Start to tie the noose around my neck.
I thought I was Ok.
But those were lies, told to blind
Me to the journey I have wrecked.
Should I learn to kneel and pray?
Ask for guidance? Love? A sharper knife?
More scars to hide but nothing to regret.
And hours of more endless strife,
Will only seem to begin to pay my debt.
Because to be gay,
To be happy, full of life,
Is the deal that I have made with death.