Dear Dead Sister,
yes, it's you one and only alive brother.
although not for long i plan on joining you and mom soon.
the physical trauma and mental pain has
become to much.
dad doesn't understand because he drowns
his sorrows in alcohol and bar fights.
I went on a date last night.
he was really nice.
that's what i thought anyway.
he took me out side and tried to pay
me to give him a blowjob.
i said no, he then pushed me into the dirt and pulled of my clothes.
he saw the scars, he took pictures of me
they were all over the college campus
a few could be found in the high school.
they don't care that you died anymore it's been half a year since you died.
they've all forgotten.
no one understands anymore.
they just laughed a few called me a man whore and slut.
the homophobic slurs were worse.
guess our small town doesn't accept people for being the real them.
i should have stayed at home.
i thought it was what i needed to keep me living
but i'm going to kill myself this week.
i'm sorry, i've failed you.
sorry again for the blood.
i'm bleeding out now,
your—hopefully—dead brother.