my story..

Hi! My name is Michael but, everyone calls me mike. Anyway I was born on September 9th. At 6 weeks old both of my drug attic parents left me at my grand parents. It was pretty rough.. They bought me things and my parents try to make it up by buying things I liked but,,it filled the hole for so long then the hole in my heart was bigger and the stuff I had liked wash flushed out. I only had 3 friends really and the rest said they were my friends but they really weren’t.. Their was CJ, Russell, and Veronica. I also had my dog but he had passed away..:( Anyway As I got older I matured and I realized what was really happening. So by grade 5 I started getting bullied, called names, being made fun of and laughed at..By the age of 10 My friend CJ had moved to a different state then a year later Russell had moved to a different city in the state. So I was left with Veronica.. She is 2yrs older then me but her being there was disappearing.. By the age of 11 I had suicidal thoughts but wouldn’t tell because ppl might try to put me in a hospital..So I keep it bottled up. At 12 I opened up to Veronica and she was my reason to live because no one liked me and the being made fun of, and being bullied got worse. So I told her I keep having thoughts about suicide and then she became my reason. So now at 13 I want to end it. The bulling gets worse and I don’t have a reason anymore also at 12 we moved around a lot too. so I couldn’t have and met true friends.. So that’s my story.. Im Mike and im still walking a lonely road looking for a reason before the clock runs out and the road turns into a cliff and I eventually fall off. And it will be over. :'(