My story

I’ve never been one for expressing my feelings. But in the past two years i have seen two of my closest friends pass one from an o.d and the other from a gang beating. No one was arrested for the beating and were all free. I haven’t been able to let a day go by without wishing i was them. I have thoughts of my finally moments in my head everyday now. I am bullied at schhool teased and not aloud to make my own choices. My life is run by other people and when ever i try to talk about my problems all my friends say the same thing. Its all in your head, its a phase,yur only like this cause you don’t have a job. No one takes me seriously i threated to blow my brains out to a friend and told him i would put a note on my chest saying you perdicted this. Everyone in the room laughed like it was some big jokebut it wasn’t. And to top it all off i got a father who is just the same no support just tells me to get over it be a man and suck it up. Your just trying for attention. I want to have thoughts about women money and cars like everyone else. But now all i think about are my final moments. With a gun to my head and a balloon attached to fly it away. People don’t see it cause i act normal but every time i look into my eyes i do i se a destroied kid with no emotions left and nothing to go on for.