Dear Journal...or however you start these things, I feel guilty I do but how was I supposed to know that someone out there actually cared about me? Much less Tanner, star quarterback on our high school football team?
Either way it doesn't change anything no way is he going to tell people that he saved an emo fags life, also he can't exactly come out to his stuck up rich white parents. Okay okay I'll start from the beginning,
My name is Matthew Xavier Daniels the second, I am 17 years old and I'm skinny. Not athletic skinny, just skinny and 5'11. I don't think I'm short but Tanner is 6 ft and seems to tower over me; all the girls worship him and before now I thought he liked it.
Let's get to the point, I was done with my life and I wanted it to end I was tired of going through everyday getting bullied and pushed around then to come home to my abusive alcoholic father. My mom left but I guess she decided her son could handle the punches and kicks of the alcohol or she just figured that when I grew up I would end up like him. Then again like everyone else says, a fag like me would die before he hit back or left.
You understand why I didn't want to live anymore now? No? Didn't think so, not surprised and it's exactly why the people at Camp Lakewood started me on depression and anxiety pills. Yes Camp Lakewood, no it's not a camp and no it's not on a lake. Camp Lake wood is a large building in the middle of nowhere, in the mountains where it's freezing so if by any chance we tried leaving we wouldn't get anywhere.
So here I am working my ass off to get up levels and say anything to get out and get back "home"\
I'm honestly not sure why though, I mean I hate it there, but at the same time I can't stay away...I guess it's my addiction
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lives of the scarred
PoetryYou see us everyday, little do you know our little secrets. Sooner or later though, they're going to catch up with us
