Struggle

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I cry as I run down the halls everyone watching but not saying a thing. Everyone knows what I go threw but don't say a thing . Maybe it's because I'm fat no I'm not just saying I'm fat I weigh 324 pounds and counting. You see at home my mom is always working and my father is always out drinking, I live in a small apartment building in a very bad neighborhood. I don't cut my self cause my grandmother always told me that's selfish but I do write. Writing to me seems like the only way to let out my pain it's way better than cutting, at least that's what I think. You see that is why I'm making this letter to let you know that I couldn't take it anymore I am done......
Goodbye mom,dad and most of all grandma I'll see you in heaven grandma.

I'm hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and got the meaning of it love ya's

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