Steven (please read)
Yeah, look. Let me tel you about a kid named Steven. He's slowly running out of things to believe in. Every couple months his mom leaves him, for no good reason his step-dad beats him. Not too many friends, only had a few of them, but recently want nothing to do with him. Always eating lunch in the bathroom stall, he just wants to feel normal and cool again, yeah. Always feeling like the outcast, he's been going crazy since his dad passed. He needs guidance and advice but instead he only has breakdowns and flashbacks of the car crash uh. It's been getting harder everyday, if he was still around everything would be okay. Cuz his dad was the light at the end of the tunnel but now that same damn tunnel is looking dark and grey. He keeps quite in the back of the class and when the bell rings Steven hurries home fast. Scared to death the other kids will kick his asss on the long walk home cuz it happened in the past so. He's getting used to the blackeyes and fat lips but all he's got is a fake smile and cut wrists. Wishin' he could walk right up to them and show them the scars and say 'you're the reason that I've done this.' Maybe they would finally understand and go back to how it was before it all began. But he's just a little too different so they taunt him and they beat him. Yeah, it's all fun ond 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. Now his habits rubbed off on his little bro, but guess what? Little did he know that ever time he did a line, every time he lit a joint, every time he took a shot he was on sippin mode, Steven's sitting in his room getting high now. Doors locked, musics up, with his lights out. He just takes another hit til his room is filled with smoke, 5-6-7 hours till he knocks out. Now he started stealing pills from his mom, 8-9-10 at a time and now they're all gone and maybe for a moment all his problems seem to fade but the high fades too after not too long. That's when it really sinks in and that's when it hits him that these God damn drugs won't fix him. Curled up on the floor, can't take it anymore. Now he's talking to God cuz he's the only one that gets him. On his knees, looking up, can't stop crying. 'God I know we haven't talked in a long time 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 I can do it. Please God, give me strength to pull through it. Tell me, shoukd I give up? I could end it all right now I just don't kniw if I'm brqve 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 all off, no one knows it.' That's when he stiod 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 they one brought him, tear drops on the paper one after another. 'Yeah, I hope you all feel guilty cuz I'm broken now and you can't heal me. And now you're all an accomplice in murder, each and everyone of you chipped in to kill me. So, the reason I'm writing you this evening, is to say goodbye and to tell you I'm leaving. But don't hold your breath cuz I ain't never coming back. Sincerely yours, Steven'