I was a child when it happened, when it started.
At first it wasn't bad. But then it got worse. I didn't know it was wrong, I thought it was normal. And when I learned it wasn't I was too damaged to speak up.
School.
I thought it would be safe. It wasn't. It was worse in a way. And being smart and short for my age never helped. Don't get me wrong I've got muscle and strength but, it's never helped much either.
I never understood, why?
Why did they hate me? What did I do wrong? But then I figured it out. Right now as a freshman. I figured out that life sucks. It was going to keep sucking. But that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt. It became to much. Hurt more than it should've.
That's why I'm standing on the ledge of my three story high school, ready to jump. Ready to be erased. But I should explain myself. Well the hurt of the last 10 years, 10 of 15.
So sit back you sadistic bastards and let me entertain you.
Hay-o please R&R for me!!! Love all of you wonder full people 😙
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You Don't Know Me
General FictionPeople say they know him. But no one really does, they know what they see,what they call him, how they beat him. They don't know him until someone tries to. Can someone so far gone learn to trust again or it more than just what's going on at school?
