Red Paint

Just Red Paint

         My Name is Sean Shadoes, then I was eleven I was sent to a place called Wasatch canyon rehab after attempting suicide, I had cuts on my arms and legs and a gun shot wound through my chest

          When I was Ten my life became hard to control, I felt that I had no other options but to get away, people (including my Parents) told me that I was worthless and unnecessary and I believed them and acted upon the thought that I didn’t matter and was worthless and unnecessary, I never talked unless spoken to by someone older, my family ignored me and my brilliant sister was praised, she was younger and weaker, but far prettier and “selfless”, my parents told me I was “arrogant, greedy, inconsiderate, irresponsible, and unreasonable.

             So I decided I was tired of there shit and took a gun and shot myself, the blood stained my carpet, and the bullet pierced my lung and shattered my rib, the scar looks like a shark bit me and I can’t run to save my life…

                 I’m alive… For Now