Once upon a time there was a boy
The boy tried everything he could to make others feel happy
Doing things he would never do, running errands he would never run
Saying things he would never say
Falling for people who would never fall for him
The boy only wanted everyone to love him for who he was
Years of pain, years of heartache
Years of screaming, years of hurt
The boy, at his darkest moment, swore he could never be good enough
Laying in the bed of tears he made himself, nothing was left
Holding the knife within his hands, this was the only way
He was ready for excruciating pain
He was ready for all of his pain to explode in one horizontal slice
He was ready for another world
"Don't give up"
"I love you"
"You are destined for so much more"
The words that stopped him
The heart of an artist
Destined for death is what he thought
The artist that was cared for by no one
He was wrong
Right in front of his eyes lay memories of family and friends
Love
He didn't give up
He braced up
He was the heartbreak boy
He put the knife down
He became shatterproof
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My Confessional
Non-FictionWriting a memoir at only fifteen years old has taught me a lot. Giving me the time to reflect on the lessons I learned the hard way and the mistakes I've made thus far. I learned, if there is at least two sides to every story, there is at least two...
