I'm 15, and love to write. I'm a musician also.
You know those days, when you just can't breathe. Those times when you don't see the point in being alive. Those moments when you really just want to leave. Welcome to every moment of my life.
I wish I were a bird, a majestic beautiful bird. Having the ability to fly would be the greatest gift God could have ever given me. But I imagine even birds feel stress.
I just want to tell everyone, everything I've written and posted is real. It all happened to me..
One day I'll find you, and I'll come up to you and say, "Are you my dad?" and I'll pray to God you say yes. Because then I can get closure.
I loved you. I loved you and you left. Not only did you leave, you didn't say goodbye. I loved you and you walked away like it was easy. I loved you because you were my brother. Why did you leave me.
This time I don't see a way out. I just keep choking from the smoke. This time I can't block it out. I just keep running with out hope. This time I'm not getting loose.
I'm sick. Not in the physical sense. The emotional sense. I'm sick of you leaving, I'm sick of you never coming back. I'm sick of needing you. I'm sick of missing you. I'm sick of hating you.
I was sitting in my car seat, next to my best friend. Everything was normal. My mom was buckling me into my seat, and suddenly the street lights glow slowly faded off my face.