Look let me tell you about a boy named Steven.
He's slowly running out of things to believe in.
Every couple of months his mom leaves him,for no good reason,his stepdad beats him. Not too many friends, only ever had a few of them. But recently they don't want anything to do with him. Always eating lunch in the bathroom stall. He just wants to be normal, and be cool again. Always feeling like the outcast. He's been going crazy ever since his dad passed. He needs guidance and advice, but instead he only has breakdowns and flash backs of the car crash. It's been getting harder everyday. If he was still around everything would be okay. 'Cause his dad was always the light at the end of the tunnel, but now that same tunnel is looking dark and gray. He keeps quiet in the back of the class. Amd when the bell rings Steven hurries home fast, he's scared to death that the other kids will kick his a$$ on the walk home, 'cause it's happend in the pass so. He's getting used to the black eyes and fat lips. But all he has is a fake smile and cut wrists. Wishin' that he could walk right up to them and show them the scars and say "Look your the reason that I've done this."Maybe they would finally understand, and go back to the way it was before it all began. But he's just a little diffrent to they taunt him and they beat im, yeah it's all fun and games, they don't give a damn. His older brother ain't around. In and out of jail, hangin' with the wrong croud.He's been doing coke, smoking weed, getting drunk all his life. He's ashamed, no he's not to proud. Now his habbits are rubbing off on his little bro. But guess what? Little did he know, every time he did a line, everytime he lit a joint, everytime he took a shot, he would set the mode. So, Steven is sittin' in his room gettin high now. Doors locked, music up with the lights out. He just takes another toke, till the room is filled with smoke. 5-6-7 hours till he knocks out. Now he started stealing pills from his mom. 8-9-10 at a time, now they're gone. And maybe for the moment all his problems seem too fade. But the high fades too after not too long. And that's when it really sinks in, it's when it hits him, that these god damn drugs won't fix him. Curled up on the floor can't take it anymore. Now he's talking to God 'cause he's the only one that gets him. On his knees, lookin up, can't stop crying. "God I know that we haven't talked in a long time. But this time I really need you. Please God help me. Say something, just give me a sign. Because right now I'm falling apart and I don't think i can do it. Please God give me strength to pull through it, Tell me, should I give up? I can end it all right now. I just don't know if I'm brave enough to do it. Cause there's gotta be a better way than suicide. Wait it out, give it time, you'll be fine. But it's been so long and I still can't get rid of all these thoughts I feel inside. So sick, so angry, so mad. And to top it off no one even knows that." That's when he stood up, wipped his tears, walked over to his desk and got a pen and a notepad. He just couldn't see it getting any better. So on that cold dark night in December, Steven knew exactly what he had to do. But first he sat down and wrote a couple letters. One to his step-dad, one to his mother,couple ot the kids at school, one to his brother. Bringing them the pain that they oncce brought him. Tear drops on the paper, one after another. "Yeah, I hope you all feel guilty. 'Cause im broke now and you can't heal me. And now you're all an accompliss of murder. Each and every one of you have chipped in to kill me. So the reason that I'm writing you this evening, is to tell you goodbye, and that I'm leaving. But don't hold your breath, 'cause I aint never coming back.
Sincerly yours, Steven."
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