for no good reason his step-dad beats him. Not too many friends, only ever had a few of them, but recently they don’t want anything to do with him.
It’s been getting harder everyday, if he was still around everything would be ok. Cuz his dad was always the light at the end of the tunnel, but now that same damn tunnel is looking dark and grey.
Maybe they would finally understand and go back to how it was before it all began.
But he’s just a little different so they taunt him and they beat him.
Yeah it’s all just fun and games, they don’t give a damn. His older brother ain’t around, in and out of jail, hanging with the wrong crowd.
He’s been doing coke, smoking weed, getting drunk all his life he’s a shame. No, he’s not too proud.
Now his habits are rubbing off on his little bro yeah, but guess what?
Little did he know that everytime he did a line, everytime he lit a joint,
everytime he took a shot he was sippin mode. So Steven’s sitting in his room getting high now Doors locked, music up, with his lights out.
He just takes another tote til his room fills with smoke 5-6-7 hours til he knocks out. Now he started stealing pills from his mom
8-9-10 at a time and now they’re gone. Maybe for a moment all his problems seem to fade, but the high fades too after not too long and that’s when it really sinks in and that’s when it hits him that these god damn drugs won’t fix him.
but this time I really need you. Please God help me, say something just give me a sign, because now I’m falling apart and I don’t think that I can do it. Please God, give me the strength to pull through it. Tell me, Should I give up? I could end it all right now. I just don’t know if I’m brave enough to do it. Cuz there’s gotta be a better way than suicide.Try to wait it out, give it time, you’ll be fine. But it’s been so long and I still haven’t been able to get rid of all the thoughts that 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, wiped 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 a 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 to the kids at school, one to his brother. Bringing them the pain that they once brought him
tear drops on the paper one after another. Yeah, I hope that you all feel guilty. Cuz I’m broken now and you can’t heal me. Now you’re all an accompliss in murder, each and every one of you has chipped in to kill me.
Sincerely yours, Steven