He is the boy with the sad smile, the one shoved into the lockers. He is the boy made fun of because he took Special Ed. classes, so he dropped out of high school. He is the boy who spends days begging for someone to understand, and praying to a God who never answered his prayers.
He is the boy who was unwanted by his parents, overlooked by his friends. He was scared to love, scared to talk, and scared to tell the truth. He was the boy who hid behind his "bubba", who cried himself to sleep.
He is PTSD, PDD-NOS, depression, anxiety, and a half dozen other things he can't even remember. He is the victim of the games society plays. All he wants is someone to listen, to be his friend, but they all leave him, one at a time. He is the boy who says he is ok while begging someone to listen. He is the artwork he draws, the food he prepares, and the words that he writes as he tries to keep fro drowning.739Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBzjyeHDrtc
He is the boy begging that you don't believe him when he says he is ok, that he isn't scared or worried. He is the boy who is scared to talk, scared to comment sometimes because he fears judgement. He came here looking for someone to understand who won't judge his past, but will help him toward his future.739Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvHJIa7Rg8R
He is a teen, yet at times he's a small child, trying to fit in somewhere in t his big world. He is the one who doesn't expect anyone to read this all the way through, before it isn't well written. He is the one wondering if anyone reads these words and tries to understand him.739Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIhI1gvSFNo
He is a lot of things, but of all of those things the thing he is most often is alone.
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