thers blood on the play grownd were the big boys go to smok a boy is there crying cuting and smoking the boy is me do you know me i think not
this is the ferst time i gont on some thing like this so bere with me my dad hits mr to today he hit me when he hered that i smok it was a farther son day my mum is some one who is kind on the out side but its a liy my bulley takes pitey of my storeys befor beting me to a pulp i dont whant to to this no more the girl i love has said no way to me or thts what it feels like iv got frends but ther not when thay slap you when you spark up and when you tell them why your crying thay say your liying i dont whant to do this aney more my life is cry for help shall i end it or enjuer it to you this is nothing but to me this is pane i wake up evrey morning saying thers some one els out ther wors off but now i no thats not true you and i know that