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."
girly209 · 9 years ago
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