Right now, you are probably thinking "this kids got issues" and i assure you, none of them are his fault. He never wanted this life. He never wanted to be the bottom of the food chain. The nobody in the back of the classroom. The one who's rumors spread like wildfire, and names he was called to stick like glue to him. All over his body, his homework, the bed he lay sleepless in at night, and the clothes he has on his back. everything from "stupid" to "prick" to "usless" and "un-wanted". Yea he got called them all, and he still does. from getting his lunch stole from him every day, and when he doesn't have lunch getting pushed to the ground and kicked. But it doesn't matter that he doesn't eat lunch, he doesn't eat much anway, not breakfast, not lunch, and barley a dinner. "Go to adults" they say "find the closest adult". As if that ever works, it never has, and i doubt it ever will. What is that going to do? now you get called a snitch, and a pussy, and all this other stuff that doesn't make any sense. Because you wanted help? Wanted a friend? Someone who could help pick you up, and make you take another step on the road that seemed to never end. But it does end. Because you see, that last step you take, leads you right into your coffin. Where you take your final breath, your final word, and your final wish.
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There Once Was
Ficțiune adolescențiAlmost everyone criticizes teenage girls for being depressed, suicuidal, self-harming, and who knows what else. but what people don't realize, is that guys have it difficult too.
