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Suffer
All I do is suffer. Every day I trudge through with my Salvation Army shoes. I walk amongst the halls. Avoiding who I can. Sometimes the demons I try and hide from appear and take hold of my inner being. The thought of my alcoholic father and abusive mother flash through my mind and my body reacts as though I'm being whipped. I convulse. I shiver. And because of this I'm tormented. The kids at school bully and tease me. But they don't notice the marks on my arm getting deeper and longer. The ripped up knuckles that I come to school with. The mark on my forehead where I placed my dad's hand gun and pressed it so hard into my skull and desperately attempted to pull that trigger. The marks on my neck where the rope was tight around until it broke. The kids don't notice that I am a broken child. I can never be fixed. I am worthless to everyone. One day I will gain the courage to pull that trigger. To use stronger rope. To finally end this awful excuse of a life I live. All I ever do it cut and beat myself. I deserve all I get. I'm an outcast. I'm a reject. I am just another suicide report to the police and just another kid to the students in my school. I am nothing and never will be a something
