ABSOLUT

This wont be long,
More of an update.
I am loving my break.
Tonight,
If my cousin will hurry up,
I shall go get slightly intoxicated.
The other night we got high,
But tonight i feel like drinking.
So why my cousins drink,
I shall drink.
I shall drink so vodka and cranberry juice.
Maybe smoke a little bit,
Ciggs not weed.
Mabe alittle weed.
Well i am off,
I have to go get ready.

M*A*S*H

Little brown line,
Cover my legs.
Little pink lines,
On my arms.
Memories that will be here forever.
But mabe, I want them to go away.
Memories of that razor.
Memories of that knife.
Memoreis of my sadness.
Memories of my teenage years.

My suicidal thoughts come and go these days.
Somedays im here to stay,
Others im ready to go.

Im here to stay when things like,
My cousin invites me to go get high.
Not like im a drug addict,
But like he thought to invite me.

Im ready to go when people ditch me for other people.
Or I remind them we were supposed to hang out,
So they invite another person.

I love the little moments in life when all you want to do is sing.
Or you are sitting in the same place,
Watching the same thing,
With the same people,
Not in a routine way.
But in the, this is good.
I like this way.
When ever i go to my grand fathers we sit and watch old western movies.

I love it.

And Elephants never forget.

I have never been the favorite of anything.
Im the kid who gets dragged along.
Picked last.
Invited himself.
Im the kid who you would rather be with someone else,
But your with me because there is no one else.
You cant just hang out with me,
You have to invite someone else along.
I feel like i dont matter.
Because you know,
to My hero,
I lost my place as his favorite.
My Grandfather,
Charlie Tarleton,
Is a pretty amazing guy.
He has won about every boy scout award you can win.
And has always supported me.
And given me little Boy scout memorbilia.
And truthfully,
I thought i was the favorite.
But then i realized that Cody, my cousin,  is the favorite.
When we were little my grandfather told me and my cousin he would give me this special knife when we turned 13.
Lets see when my cousins recived theres.
Tad:12
Cody:10
Sam:14
When my cousins got theres, he said how proud he was.
When i got mine,
He said i gave them one i guess i have to give you one.
My cousins have always recived.....different treatment then me.
My grandfather bought my cousins both swords.
Did i get one?
No.
I never really asked for much,
But when i do its for small things.
I wish for once, it was about me.
I guess i was never the favorite.
I used to think i was.
But, I was wrong.
As always.

mabe next year, only 365 days till i change my ways

So here's the thing,
I don't feel like I deserve to live.
I sit here in the car on my way to georgia
I feel like its hot but cold. I listen to my ipod listening to random music.
Realtimg to it.
My head aches.
I need her but she is his.
Fml

Christmas tree, oh christmas tree

Merry Christmas my lovley followers.
For startes,
For my christmas present I would like each of you to comment and say hello.
Just let me know what you think of my life.

Secondly,
I had the worst Christmas Eve of my life.
1)I got in a fight with Gaby.
2)I got drunk, that wasnt bad. But later that night i continued to throw up.
ALL night.
3)I got into a wreck.

My godfather let me borrow his car.
I was going to fast on a turn,
Hit the curb.
Went over the curb into the other road.
Cars swurved.
I blew a tire.
I dont concider that a wreck,
But my sister tells everyone i wrecked.

Other then that,
My life has been okay.
I have had a great christmas.
And i am now lwaving to go to the fine state of Georgia,
To see my family.
If i dont get a chance to blog by then,
Have a happy new year(:

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart

I am a lazy,
Lying,
Annoying,
Dissapointment.
Or,
At least thats what my family tells me.
It is Christmas eve and i am wanting to jump off a bridge.
Gabs hurt me again.
She was gonna come back but she just led me on the let me down
I just wish she would understand me.
Get me.
Love me. Not lead me on then take me down.

You know?
She disappointed me.
I thought she was better then this.
Better the breaking someones heart,
When she knows exactly how it feels.
But this,
Has to be worst then what she felt.
She left me for another guy,
A guy i hate.

Tyler R. Canada December 24 at 1:57am Report


Hey Sam. You probably don't care to hear from me right now, but oh well. :P
Look, I understand that you're not happy with how things have turned out, but you can't expect to be happy all the time now can you?
I don't particularly like you, but I can honestly say that I care about you. You can accuse me of lying all you want, but it's true. I wouldnt be up at 2am typing this message if I didnt.
I know things arent easy, but you've got to hang in there and be strong.
You may not realize it, but every time you give in to the pain, it hurts Gaby that much more.
She's strong, but she's fragile. Especially when it comes to the seeing the people she cares about in pain.
You probably dont think she cares, but she does. More than you know.
She gets so upset because of the things you say to her about what you want to do to yourself. She starts crying and panicing.
She cares immensely.
It seems the people that you least suspect of caring are the ones that care the most.
Believe me when I say, all this shit that's going on now will pass with time. You've just got to try to keep your head and regain at least the tinyest sense of hope.
Dont give into the pain. That's exactly what it wants you to do.
Show the bitch who's boss!
Don't do it for me. Do it for Gaby and for yourself.
She's got faith in you, man.
Dont let her down.

Thats what he sent me when he found out he won gaby.
So i replied with,

Sam Tarleton December 24 at 2:45am
I understand you are being nice and i appericate it,
But truthfully,
After i get my zippo back and give her all our stuff,
Im done.
She made out with me 3 times while going out eith you.
Once in which we ended up naked in a bathroom stall.
She told me she lovedme.
She kissed me,
She told me she was coming back.
Then she does this.
I dont care if she is strong enough for this or not.
When you make choices there are things that folow.
And by leading me on,
And then hurting me,
These are the consiquences she has to follow.
And why would i do it for gaby?
She told me her being suicidal was my fault.
She toldme i basically raped her the past 8 months.
So you know what?
I dont care if i let her down.
She let me down.
What goes around comes around.
Tell her to keep herself and her ashely crap away from me.
If she wont help me i wont help her.

I probaly sounded like an ass,
But you know what?
She broke my heart.
And she doesnt seem to care.

From The North Caronlina Department of Motor Vehicles

9 days ago i went to the DMV and got my permit.
I am now allowed to drive a car on the road with a parent in the car.
Out of the last 9 days,
I have gotten to drive 3 times.
My mother wont take me because her nerves cant handle it.
My father wont take me because he doesnt feel like it,
Only my godparents will take me.
That is only the start of why my mother and father are turning into my worst enemies.
Though my mother knows that i want nothing more then to just drop dead,
She still yells at me all the time.
All she does is blame me,
Laugh at me,
Yell at me,
Shes killing me.
Whenever she yells i bite my lip.
Literally.
I bite really hard.
Its my way of cutting in front of her.
She may not notice it.
It may not be that bad.
But its all i can do to stop my self from killing her.
From going insane,
Hell. Its to late for that.
Ive aalready lost it,
I used to be a perky person.
I always made a presence.
Or at least that is what i am told.
But now,
I dont want to be noticed.
I just want to slip into the backk ground
Why has this changed took place?
I was told at Speak Out that depression most likely runs in the family.
My Great-Grandfather killed himself.
My Uncle attempted suicide.
My mother has been on anti-depressents.
She tells me none of this is my fault.
That its genetic.
But i dont think so.
My life is falling apart.
The love of my life left me.
Went to him.
We are now best friends.
But wait!
Shes leaving and going to another school.
I feeli like my friends are drifting.
My grades are slipping.
My life is not what it used to be.
I feel like im not worth it any more.

Reality strikes a cord.

What i thought was a good day,
Suddently goes astray.
My mother once was on my side.
But that was never to last.
She know i want to die.
She knows the thoughts that i think.
But yet when my sister makes fun of me.
She doesnt do a thing.
Actually let me change that,
She ndoes do something.
She makes fun of me also.
Then when i rebut,
She yells at me.
And tells me to go up stairs.
To get away from her.
Now i sit in my room.
In the corner of my bed.
Crying.
Looking for my razor.
Wondering where my lighter is.
Thinking of my camel crush.
Oh wait,
I hear a noise.
Oh,
Thats just my familiy down stairs.
Making fun of me.
Oh how i want to die.
I want these thoughts to go away.
I want to be away from this world.
I want these people to go away.
I dont want to be a bother any more.
I want to go away.
Why is my life like this?
Why am i so alone?
I only love certain people.
I only love certain things.
Why.
Why is my life like this.
Why do i want to die?
Its 5:57pm.
December 22, 2009.
I am 15 years old.
And i am ready to die.

Color My life with the Choas of Trouble

Im really glad we did this.
I love these pancakes.
Your still my bestfriend.

I am currently watching [500] Days of Summer.
So far, Its the story of my life.
I am currently at Day 4.
This is where Summer and Thomas first meet.
They sit in and elevator,
Listening to music.
Summer attempts to sing a little.

Day 8
Summer and Thomas talk during a party.
This is where they start to slightly flirt.
This is where thomas really starts to like her.

Day 154
Thomas relizes,
He is truly in love with summer.
He lists everything that makes him in love with summer.
She makes him feel like life is worth it.

Thats only the begining of the movie.
Ill let you watch it to see the rest.
Its amazaing.
Its the best story.

Well,
This is one of my less depressing blogs...
Life has been good latley.
I still have been having those thoughts.
But overall,
Ive been okay(:

Hoarders

I had the most amazing night.
I went to Speak Out tonight.
And there was only one other person there besides me tonight,
That is due to the fact that there is 5 inches of snow on the ground,
And that traffic was a mess.
But it was still fun.
I told my story.
And i talked.
And talked.
And told them everything.
I told them everything under the sun.
And it felt good.
I just talked.
And she asked questions.
And i would tell them stroies.
And explain how i felt.
And then we would talk about school.
Stresses.
And then it was over,
I went outside,
Walked around the mall for a total of 5 minutes.
My sister went to go see her boyfriend in some parking lot.
They madeout.
And i stole her car and drove around.
I would go sixty then hit the brek.
It was soooo fun.
Well i got my permit in the mail today(:
That wraps up todays blog...

Brooke and Delany

Number of Facebook friends: 370.
Number of "Friends" online: 43
Number of people online that i talk to on a regular day: 5
Number of people im talking to: 0

Isnt that funny?
Out of 370 "friends" 43 are online.
And i dont want to talk to any of 43,
Is none.
Well about 75% of the people online are i met them one time,
At that one persons house.
And then we are friends on Facebook.
I get friends requests on a daily.
But most of those people jsut add me cause we have mutual friends.
Yeah "friends"
Cause most likely,
Our mutal "friend",
I dont talk too.
But what ever,
Whats the harm in haveing those people there?

On a random note...
Does anyone know where you can get cool backgrounds for your blog?
I want to redo my blog.

Call me Mr. Flinstone, Cause i can make your Bed-Rock(:

In my last blog, i said how horrible my mother was.
Because i thought she didnt care that i was suicidal.
But i take back everything i said.
2 hours after i originally told her,
We talked.
She told me she loves me.
And not to think of that as a soultion.
And that we would get me help.
Cause you know what.
I need help.
My life is in a down hill slope.
Will it become more hopefull?
Will my life go up hill?
Only time will tell.
Today i spent the day driving around town,
Loading boxes.
Unloading boxes.
And going out to eat.
I spent the day going to 2 resturants.
Going to church.
Thinking.
The whole day i thought about everything under the sun.
My god-father let me drive his car.
I had one of my good days.
Tommorow should be a good day also.
I am going to go to this thing called,
Speak Out.
Its a program in our city,
Like a support group for depressed teens.
And as pathetic as it sounds,
Im excited about going.
Its a place where i can talk.
Mabe it will go well,
We can hope.

C.S.

The sounds of Desperate House Wives if our background music.
"Mom, we need to talk."
"What about?"
"I need to go to the doctor"
"Why?"
"I have been thinking about suicide for the past couple of weeks and i want to get help before i do something stupid."
"Okay"

I told my mom i wanted to kill my self today.
She acted as though she didnt care.
My own mother.
Who has been depressed before.
Didnt care that i wanted to die.
At that very moment i was going to kill myself.
But i decided not to.
Someone talked me out of it,
Though they had no idea they were.
The fact that my mother didnt care, bothers me,
Later tonight im going to go talk to her.
Ill keep you posted.

World History

Its weird to think people have been around for centuries.
For millions of years.
Over those million years have people felt the same emotions?
Did the cave men feel depressed?
Did king Arthur cut himself?
Did the virgin mary ever want to give up?
Or are all these things a new, modern day thingsV
Am I just a stastic?
That years from now people will look at.
Mabe write a paper on.
"Suicide Rates Over the Years"
"Self Mutlation overthe Years"
I'm your next paper topic.
I have to go.
I'm in world history.
And I must go read about mesoamerica

[b]Kassandra.[/b]

Today me and Gaby were supposed to meet at the park,
Talk,
Smoke,
Figure things out.
We were supposed to meet at 4.
We get out of school late so i get their at 4:15.
I sit there till 5.
Waiting.
She calls at 5 and says Hey i cant go anymore.
We changed our plans.
Canada is coming here instead,
Well i couldnt go home,
My mom didnt expect me home till almost 6.
And would know something was up if i came home early.
So i had to sit in the park.
For ANOTHER hour.
Alone....
Half crying.
Because i couldnt stop thinking about how horrible my life was.
I smoked 3 ciggerates.
Cut 6 times.
And sat in the frezzing cold..
Crying.
Now i sit her.
Blood soaking through my boxers from the cuts.

I thiink i half clinical depression.
Because looking at my life,
No huge event has happened that has made me upset.
I want to get help so bad.
But im scared.
Scared my parents will get mad.
And i dont know.
Im not worth helping.
I mean gaby goes on about haveing Ashely in her head.
And about how she is always sad.
And makes me feel like my pain doesnt matter because she is sadder,
I just wish, for once,
Someone would help me.
Get me the help i need.
Mr. Whitmer,
Please ask me if im depressed again.
Mabe my anwser will change.

Blackberry

I'm at rjr high school.
Waiting for her.
Cause we need to talk.
Waiting to talk about everything

Lets play a love game

Love.
What a complicated thing.
God damn my life.
I want Gaby back more then anything.
But i dont think shell take me back.
Which kills me on the inside.
I dont htink ill ever be able to get over her.
I mean i bought her a promise ring.
A ring that promises ill be with her.
But she left me.
And the night after she breaks up with me she says all i wanted was a promise ring.
And i told her i had one.
But she was like oh damn.
So FML.

Well my teacher keeps asking me if im depressed.
I want to tell him yes so bad.
Mabe get some help.
But thatll never happen.
I wish he would figure it out.
And talk to me.
Or someone would get me help.
I wish i had a gaurdian angle.
Who would come save me.
But thats not coming.

I think of suicide now on a regular baisis.
No body ever asks me how are you?
Sure in smalltalk they do.
But i mean a real, sam are you okay?
I guess if i knew someone cared id be okay.

I feel like my best friends are slipping away from me.
Gaby doesnt love me,
I think shes not coming to my party for a reason.
Tamriage has been takeing gabs side on everything.
Hell read this and get mad but you know what?
He needs to know
Lexi is Lexi.
And by that i mean it in a very positive matter.
Like shes the one i dont think is leaveing me,
I feel like shes here and shell be here for me.
I hope im write.

I have a pen pal(:
Kinda...
Its by email...
But its to turtle!

Dicimbre or something of the same

Tonight is poker night.
My father and i go to this random house,
Play poker,
The adults drink,
Me and the other two sons who go only get water or another non-alchoalic drink.
I occasionaly steal some liquor.
But anyways...
Its a fun night.
Its one of those nights where i forget all of my resentemens towards my dad,
I love it.

Suicide cam through my mind yet again today.
I think i shall OD on the eve before my birthday.
Mabe not to kill me.
But to knock me out.
I dont know.
Mabe i do want to die.
Mabe i dont.
Thoughts?

Would you kill yourself?
Can you imagine doing it?
Can you see your self in 5 years?

Emails and Lesibians

Latley,
L:ife has been intresting.
Turtle emailed me(:
And i started following a bunch of really cool new blogs.
But its also been hard.
My teacher asked me if i was depressed today.
I think i am clincally depressed.
But im scared to tell my parents.
Cause when they found out i cut i was told i was mello dramatic.
Goddddd.
I hate my life.
Latley,
I have grown to resent my father.
He is a intresting man...
I love the man to death.
But i have seemed to resent him more and more latley.
He never spends time with me.
He goes to every one of my sisters soccer practices.
In his eyes, My sisters come first.
He became the assiant scout master of my troop to spend more time with me.
He hasnt been to a meeting in 3 months.
I ran for the highest postion in our troop to please him,
He never said congratualtions or good job.
Only critiques.
This in turn has made me grown to resent scouting.
My father also doesnt get me.
To him,
Your supposed to be that athletic,
Smart, All around perfect kid.
I dont do sports.
I make lots of C's.
And i make tons of mistakes.
He makes mistakes too.
Like everynight my mother cries herself to sleep because of him.
He doesnt beat her.
He doesnt verbal abuse her.
He ignores her.
And is sort of mean to her.
Which makes me belive that they are getting a divorce.
My mother told my sister to try just living with my father.
And the way they act latley,
They arent staying together.
Which would make me sad...
But would also make me happy.
Because then my mother would be happy.
But do understand.
I love my father,
He just isnt a bareable person.

This Dead End Life...

Suicide: the deliberate taking of one's own life, Depending on the time and place, it may be regarded as a heroic deed or condemned by religious and civil authorities.

Deliberate act of taking ones life.

• Males take their own lives at nearly four times the rate of females and represent 79.4% of all U.S. suicides
• 14.5% of students, grade 9-12, seriously considered suicide in the previous 12 months (18.7% of females and 10.3% of males).
• 6.9% of students reported making at least one suicide attempt in the previous 12 months (9.3% of females and 4.6% of males).

People commit suicide everyday.
Every 16 minutes somone shoots themselves.
Poisions themselves.
Suffacates themselves.
I tried to kill myself last summer.
When i got home from camp.
I tied a rope to a tree and attepmted to suffacate myself.
I wanted it to look like a accident.
But it didnt work.
And i heard my moms car pull up so i hid the rope.
Its still somewhere in my yard.
I want to die.
As depressing as that sounds my life hasslipped away from me.
My favorite teacher askes me every other day..
"Sam..Whats wrong? Latley you have been depressed? I want to help you."
I tell him nothing is wrong and i have justed been stressed.
I just dont know anymore.
No one seems to care anymore.
My best friend thought i was mad at him alll day.
When in reality..
I was thinking about suicide.
I have been considering killing myself all day.
All day.
No body seems to really care.
If i left i could be replaced.
Im just another kid.
But thats what they see.
They see the kid who seems to be okay.
But in reality...
My legs are covered in cuts.
My room doors are locked cause i want to be alone.
I move quickly from one class to the next because i want the day to be over.
I dont know.
What do you think Caroline Lee?
You see me everyday.
You secrety read my blog.(no im not mad about that.)
How do i look at school?

Bookstore, Cafe, and More

I thought i was winning her back.
We had talked.
I kissed her on saturday.
And she kissed me back.
She said she still loves me.
But she likes him,
She told me that she would tell me December 31 what her desion would be.
I told her no.
I couldnt and wouldnt wait that long.
I wasnt going to wait for her to deside who she likes going out with more.
It wasnt fair.
So today is the day i told her i needed to know by.
So when we where at mayberries for our friends party...
And i asked her to go outside with me..
I thought she would defiently tell me she chose me.
But she didnt.
She barley talked at all.
And so it was quite.
So i leaned it to kiss her.
Because i dont know why, but i thought it was that kind of moment.
But when i reached in...
She turned her head.
Then said she needed to go inside.
So we both walked to the corner.
She turned to go back inside.
I sat down.
She asked me what i was doing.
I lied and said my sister was coming to get me.
I sat at the corner for 20 minutes.
Staring at the "Masters Loft Book Store."
Thinking.
Wondering.
A lady walked up and asked me if i was okay,
If i wanted to go inside with her to get warm,
I said i was fine.
I was lieing.
I wanted to text my friends.
And tell them.
But all i do is have breakdown after breakdown.
And i didnt want to bother them.
We had a fun weekend together and i didnt want to ruin the ending.
They stayed at my house almost all day yesterday.
Me and lexi got drunk(:
Tam didnt.
But thats okay...
They made out in my bed.
Which was a bummer cause i didnt have anyone to makeout with.
But thats okay.
Ive made out infront of them before.
So...
FML...
Ill keepyou posted on the Me and Her story if you want...
If your tired of it just say so.

Richard

So...
Love...
Fuck it,
Im in love and she left me.
For him...
She didnt know though.
I got her a promise ring.
A freaking promise ring.
Like a ring promiseing i would love her forever and i would always be here.
She knows i got it for her...
And she got upset.
And i was gonna give it to her today.
Today is our anversery.
And shes going out with her boyfriend.
While i stay at home and cut.
And cry,
And smoke.
I hate life.
Gah...
There a rumor going arouns school that i hooked/was gonna hook up
With this guy.
And i want to kill myself.
No one would care.
In two minutes people are going to comment and say i would care.
But if i killed my self who would it really phase?
I have only 2 friends.
One stands up for me no matter what,
And i love her to death...
But she could make new friends.
The other one is amazing.
And listens..
But idk,
He seems to be drifting these days.

I got a boyfriend who makes me feel like a princess

FML
FML
FML
FML
Did I mention FML?
Gaby left me...
Ive cut more then ever.
And deeper and deeper.
Hopefully itll kill me.
So here are my break up phases.
Btw these arent my feelings now...
This is since the breakup.

1)Anger.
Fuck Love
like she left me and like 3 days later she has a new boyfriend?
Like really?
I hate Tyler R. Canada.

2)Resement.
I didnt need her any way.
Im better off.

3)Denial.
We arent over...Were just taking a break.

4)Hopful.
Were gonna get back together.
She told me she still loved me.(:

5)Dissapoinment/Hurt.
She goes out with him.
The one boy i feared id lose her too.
I read her blog.
Thats where the title comes from.
Whats hurts the most about the lines is i used to call her my princess.
And she would say i was her prince charming.
Corny.
But still.
And then she says: I got a boyfriend who makes me feel like a princess
Fuck my life.
The line under the princess comment  basically says
"I got an ex boyfriend who is still in love with me
(ouch? you ask. Yes kind of, but its nice to know someone gives a damn and can fogive you after so much shit)"
So baiscally shes glad i strill love her...
But only cause she knows someone loves her.
I cried and ancried.
I cut and cut.
But i have to be a big boy.
Keep a smile on my face.
And when im around her act like inm not dieing on the inside.

2012

Today is Monday November 23,2009.
The time: 4:31pm.
Locations: My bed room.
Emotion: Pain.
Every one in our school tells my girlfriend to break up with me.
That im not good enough.
Im not.
So i have been thinking about death latley.
If i die, heres what i want to be known.
So here is my last Will and Testment.

This is the Last will and Teastment of Samule Bowden Tarleton.
To start, i wish to apologize to any one who is slightly effected by my death.

I wish to say good bye to the following people.

Cody Michale Allen-
I know we fight, i know the last thing i said too you was mean.
But im sorry. I love you. You are my cousin and i will always love you.
We have been best friends since we were little. And im always thankful for the happy
summers i have spent in Barnesville.

Tad Tarleton-
You are my hero. I come to you for advice all the time. I love you.
I rarley see you but i try to talk to you whenever possible.
You are my hero and im sorry.
I know this isnt going by your adivce of maning up.
But i did the best i could.

Benjamen and Spencer Evans-
You are so little and have so much ahead of you.
My adive to you is keep your head up,
Keep trudgeing up the mountain.
I love you guys.

Tamriage Martin-
We have never really been close until this year.
You have become my best friend.
The only real best friend i have ever had.
You are probaly thinking pothetic but thats okay.
You are a inspiration and you are going to go far in life.
You will always win (:

Lexi Ruben Moore-
I know you hate me by now.
But i enjoyed every moment we hung out.
You are amazing.
Dont listen to other people.
You are an amazing peroson.
Tamriage is lucky yo have you.

Jasmine Huff-
Thank you.
Thanks for every single one of our talks.
Every sexuality talk,
Every realshinship talk,
Every whos hotter talk.
I love you.
Keep drawing and taking pictures.

Mom and Dad-
Im sorry im not the son you wanted.
Im sorry i dissapointed you.
And im sorry i ruined your life mom.
Im soryr i was born.

To my sisters-
Dont tun out like me.
Its not worth it.

Gaby-
Sorry for everything.
I loved you.
I hope you love me.

Kassandra-
I lovvvvvvvvvvvvvvve you!
Sorry this is late this was supposed to be a draft thern i hit post :/
Well you are ab amazing perosn.
Yopu dont think so, but everyone else does.
Kassandra we love you.
Keep strong.

Where were you..

Where were you?
When everything was falling apart.
Im falling apart.
Piece by piece.
No body cares.
Im here alone.
Why i havent blogged in a while?
Because when i have free time ive been crying about my life.
My life is in hell.
Im here alone breaking into 1,000,000 pieces.
And no one is willing to pick them up.
Im supposed to be supportive.
Im supposed to help people out.
But were is my shoulder to cry on.
I try to talking to certain people but they always make it seem like my problems dont matter.
That they are worse off.
I strated cutting again.
I toild my cousin tad.
He told me i was a pussy and to grow up.
I stgarted smoking again.
And i balled my self up in the corner of my bathroom today.
And smoked.
And cried.
My whole family was outside putting up lights on our bushes.
A "tradtional family activity."
And no one told me.
And when i went outside,
My sister started a argument with me.
My dad said nothing was wrong till i went outside and to go back inside,
And "be misreable like i always am."
This is the same man who when he found out i cut he said i was trying to be mello dramatic.
I hate my life.
Im tired of this.
I want to die.
But no one cares.
I could text everyone in my phone and say im going to kill my self.
And no one would care.
Why would they?
Im a piece of shit.
God i want to die.
My mother doesnt care.
She never says i love you too me.
The only time she does is when i cry cause she yells at me for nothing.
And she says you know i love you more then anything.
Which is a lie.
She doesnt love me at all.
And its okay.
I love her.
I love my father.
I love my sisters.
The only person who ever kind of got me was my cousin cody or my cousin tad.
Cody recently tried to get my girlfriend to send him nude pictures.
And tad doesnt get me.
im in my room alone.
My razor is in its spot.
Waiting for me.
The only thing to ever wait for me.
The only thing i have.
Cause i have other things.
But i dont matter to them.
God help me.
God help me make it through.
This week is thanks giving break.
This tuesday i have to drive to Georgia.
Put on a fake smile.
And pretend im okay.
When all of my realtives ask me "how are you?"
Ill lie and say "im great, you?"
Ill smile and move on.
Then ill want to go secretly smoke.
But i wont be able too.
Help me?

Run baby Run.

So sorry for my depressing blogs latley...
Thats been my life.
But today got better.
Alot better.
Well not really till 5 minutes ago.
Where i had some sort of break down.
But like a good one.
I was on my bed on FB typing a paper...
Then Skyway evenue came on but we the kings...
And i randomly wanted to move.
So i put my laptop on the floor.
Kicked all the covers to the gorund.
And started jumping.
I jumped around dancing to the song.
Singing.
Then when it was over i stood for a minute...
Then Check yes juliet came on.
So i danced to that.
Then do you remeber by jack johnson came on...
Thats not a dancing song.
Then right now it got really bad.
Im on the phone with this girl.
And she is going to kill her self.
Let it be known i love her.
She is my life.
I do everything with her.
If she goes i go.
And both our decembers wont come again.

Sam by day....Me by night.

You think i am but im not.
I go to school.
Most of the time in t shirt and jeans.
Nothing special.
I used to try to look good.
Nice shirt...
Striaghtened hair.
I looked alright.
But no one cared
So now im sam.
And most of them probaly dont know the real me.,
I wear glasses.
But the make my eyes look huge so i got contacts.
Im ugly.
I dont know.
Im tired of not being me.
You see they see the sam tarleton at school.
The one who does okay in school...
but he never asks any questions...
Cause he hates people staring at him and thinking im dumb.
Im the one whos thigh always is in pain.
Cause of the cuts.
Im the one who has a best friend.
But isnt anyones best friend.
Im the one who people say they hate.
Even though they dont know me.
Im the one who is chosen last.
Im the one who loves being at school.
Not because i love to learn,
But i hate being at home.
Im the one who crys.
All the time.
The one who sits in the corner in his bathroom crying.
Cutting his leg.
Im the one who is bleeding at this very moment.
Cause he cut him self 8 times today.
I cut 9 yesterday.
and 6 the day before.
23 cuts on me.
A record.
One not to be proud of....
But im not the only cutter...
I have a friend.
Who i can talk about anything with.
Well not anything.
But cutting wise i can.
I have anotther who i can talk about sexual orientaion issues with.
I have one last friend....
Who listens to me with everything i say.
But once i say one secret.
They treats me different.
I dont know.
This is me.
During the day i look okay.
But at night...
Thats when i become the real me.
Take me or leave me?
Thats your choice.

P.Law

Do you have a place?
Where you feel safe.
Where you feel like you belong.
Like you feel part of something.
You feel like you are something.
You feel loved.
You feel welcome.
For me that place is
Epiphany Lutheran Church.
I start going there with my godparents last year.
My parents dont go to church.
So we never did as a fmaily.
But one sunday last year i went with my godparents.
And i ahev ever since.
I dont go every sunday.
I go about once a month.
Sometimes 2-3.
Depends if my godparents can come get me.
But when i go i love it.
I looke around and see all the people.
I love our pastor.
Her name is Pastor Laura Wind.
We call her P.Law.
Or Pastor Laura.
The firstg week i met her i introduced my self.
And ever since she has remeber my name.
I have seen this lady thru the best and worst.
Last year she had major surgury.
And i went to the hospital to vist her.
She looked rough.
And you could tell she didnt feel good.
But she was still amazing.
This church is where i belong.
Today this lady came up to me,
I have never actually met her in my laugh.
But i see her every week.
And she came up and sai,
You ahve grown so tall and handsome since you started coming here last year.
I was amazed.
I love this.
Sorry i never wanted to turn this into a religous blog.
But like....
I just wanted to put that out there.

Facebook.com/honda

Im a addict.
At least thats what they tell me.
But im not.
I smoke 2 ciggerates a week.
I havent cutt in a month,
Yet im dieing too.
I mabe have smoked weed 5 times.
And i in life...
I have no idea what im doing.
Im lost.
Is there a map somewhere?
Telling us where to go,.
And how to get there.
Cause if so.
I need to get it.
Cause i  have 4 real friends

Tamriage Martain.
Lexi Ruben Moore
Jasmine Huff
Gaby Mena

God im a loser.
I have a stupis blog where i write down my thoughts
my hopes
my dreams
my fears,
And i dont know yall.
Did you know that i am alone
And i dont know aht to do.?

God this blog is so random.

Trouble in Paradice? Fuck you.

My sister is queen bee.
She is enrolled in RReynolds High School.
She is in 10th grade.
Has pleanty of friends.
Goes to all the parties.
Is perfect.

Her brother isnt.
He is a fat,
Depressed,
Cutitng,
Bi sexual,
loser.

My sster came home crying cause a boy wouldnt go to a dance with her.
I wanted to scream.
People, much less girl, have never liked me.

Can i get a Angus cheeseburger....with extra turttle...

So....
To start i have a question...
Do people even read my blog anymore?
Cause i used to get at least 2-3 comments on everyblog...
But latley i havent got any.
So if you do read it...
Comment!
I mean you dont have to....
But it was help put me out of my insanity :)
Im like going crazy wondering where everyone is.
Like no one has been bloging latley.
Besides the all wonderfull Kassandra.

Secondly...
How was everyones halloween?
Mine was good,
I was a doctor.
Except i almost got caught with ciggerates...

Third....
I have not cut in a total of....
17 days!
Ahaha!
I kinda want to....
But since i picked up smoking again...
I cut down...
Truthfully id rather smoke then cut anyways...

Now for blogging...
Cause that up there...
That wasnt blogging.
I was updates.
And i hate update blogs.
I mean like some ones are good.
Like Kassandras.
She says something like...
"I went to the plaza with becky"
Then shell be like...
"But my emotions were running wild when i saw his face."
Both of those were totaly made up....
And really poorly written.
But shes a good blogger.
I read her blog alot.
Damn this has turned into a kassandra blog!
Ahahaha well...
ill wrtie something to all my followers...

Angus:
How are you? You have not blogged in a while...I miss your posts.
They are witty and fun to read.
Yet so down to earth.
And i have a question...and you might not remeber the anwser.
But one time you called me a "inspiration: in a comment.
Why am i a insperation?

Turttle:
You need to blog now.
Like now.
I miss your blogs!
And btw....in one of my blogs i mentioned wanting a pen pal...
You said it was odd.
It is odd isnt it?
But i want one.

Kassandra:
No matter what you anwser on facebook...
Im the most attractive person you know!

Aria:
Not to sound rude...
Like this is totally like a for real question...
but..
Who are you?
Like where are you from?
Why dont you have a blog your self?
And why do you read my blog?
Like that wasnt ment to sound rude...

Lindsey:
I love LOLocaust.
Like it is witty...(i like the word witty)
Well written.
Has a point.
And is a very good read.
Even thou you say fuck men!
But you made a very good point with that blog.
Diseny does leave the impression in little girls minds.

Tamriage:
Hey!
Hows lexi!
Blog more damn it!

I flicked my bic cause it needed to be flicked.

Flcik my bic.
Thats what it says on the side of my lighter.
Today i layed in my bed almost all day.
Until 5:32pm.
Thats when i looked out the window.
Relized it was fall.
The leaves were changing.
And I was missing it.
So i but on some jeans.
Put on my blue abercrombie jacket.
Went barefoot.
So i went down stairs.
So i grabbed 3 of my mothers ciggerates.
Went out side.
And leaned against a tree.
And lite the first ciggerate i have had in 2 months.
And leaned against the tree and smoked.
Then i acciendently dropped the ciggerate.
And it broke.
So i stood up, and got another one.
Then i walked around my back yard.
Saw the dead grass.
The dead grass where the tent was.
The tent i slept in this summer.
We left it up all summer.
And me, my cousin, and whoever came over,
Would sleep out there.
Thats also where we go caught.
And got in huge trouble.
For smoking a joint.
So i walked over to that spot.
Layed down.
And lit my second ciggerate.
And i started into the sky.
Analyizing everything.
I saw flocks of birds go by.
I heard dogs bark.
I was at peace.
Then i lit ciggerate 3.
Did the same.
Then after i finished that one.
I layed in the grass.
And watched the sky.
I closed my eyes.
And sat there.
Then i went in side.
Got 2 more ciggerates.
And layed there.
But this time i found a volley ball.
So i picked it up.
And used it to put my head on.
As i smoked i watched the smoke float away.
I watched my breath get darker with every puff.
I took drag after drag off those ciggerates.
Thinking.
Thinking about this summer.
Thinking about life.
Thinking about what i woul do different.
Thinking about the things i would never change.
Thinking about everything.
It was amazing.
Marbolo light 100's can save a guys life.
Peronally,
I like Camel Menthols better,
But you use what you have.
You become happy.
Then you go up to your room to blog about it.
The only reason im not still out there?
It got dark.
And i heard a hobo.
(I live infront of railroad tracks)

I need help.
so i made a new header for my blog,
but im not sure if i want to use it... which one do u like better?
The one i have.
Or...
The one above

Who will love me for me?

Who?
Who loves the fat kid who doesnt have any friends?
Who loves the weird kid who hooked up with the "weird not black" girl?
Who loves the kid who cuts himself?
But hasnt in 12 days?
But is dieing to.
Who gets really upset about the little things?
But stays calm in the big problems?
Who loves the kid who is scared of scary movies.
Who every afternoon just stays in his room
Whos family doesnt love him.
Who is scared.
Scared no one will ever love him.
Scared everyone will leave him again.
Scared theyll hate him again.
Scared hell never make friends.
Scared of death.
Scared of suicide.
Scared of fear.
Who will love the kid who doesnt love him self.
Im alone.
Im alone
I hate being alone.
Who will love the alone kid?
I mean i have her.
She has me.
We are together.
Together alone.
She feels alone.
I feel alone.
We are alone.
I probaly dont make since.
I never do.
December comes last.
But im not even sure if December is even coming this year.
Is it?
Or will it just finish last again?
Last place doesnt get a trophie.
No body loves a loser.
So who will love me?
Love me for me?

*this blog was inspired by the song  Love me by, JJ Heller

To be fat like me.

I want to look in the mirror and be happy.
I want to be able to go to the pool and not ne ashamed of my body.
I want to stop being the center of the fat jokes.
I want to not look in the mirror and be asamed.
I want to be able to walk aroud without my shirt on.
I want to be able to fit thru small places.
I want to be able to not get tired easliy.
I want to know that im not the fat kid.
I want to stop lieing to myself by saying i look fine.
I want to to be happy as me.
I want to want to not look like shit all the time.
I want to not have "man boobs"
I want to to lose 50 pounds.
I am 5 feet 8 inches tall.
I weigh 182 pounds.
I am 27.5 on the BMI scale.
Healthy is between 18.5-24.9.
I want to loose 50 pounds.
I want to loose 30 pounds by christmas.
But my overall goal is 50.
I know you probaly dont care...
But if i post this...
It makes me feel like ill actually do it.
Im going to go to the YMCA everyday.
Im going to eat healthy.
Stop buting lunch.
Im going get healthy.
If you care thanks!
If you dont...its okay. Cause this is my goal.
Im going to post once a week about the weight loss goal..
Kinda chick-ish.
But thats okay.

A New Start for My December

So a certain person asked me what does "December comes Last" Mean....
So ill write a blog about it.

So here is my blogging history.
A long time ago in a land far away I wrote in a blog called December Comes Last.
That blog depressed me so i started writing in a new one called A New Start for My December.
But then i stopped blogging.
Then i knew i needed a new blog.
So i remade December Comes Last.

Heres what December Comes Last Means.
What month comes last?
December,
What month was i born in?
December.
Who always comes last in everyones mind?
Me.
In my life, im always last.
When people have parties im never #1 on the invite list.
Hell im almost never on the invite list.
My parents treat me like a second thought.
I have no real friends.
Actually change that.
I have one.
And he reads this blog.
His name is Tamriage Martian.
And hes probaly gonna laugh when he reads this.
Cause we arent close at all.
But he knows everything about me.
Isnt that odd?
We arent close but i tell him everything.
Well back to my story.
Im alone in the world.
And im come last in everyones mind,
So...
December Comes Last.
Im actually thinking of changing my blog name though...
i dont know..
Tell me what you think.

Bitch please

My sisters are mean.
Like i swear one second we will be joking around..the next ill be cutting.
My sister made it a point this morning to tell me i eat to much,
i dont play sports,
and i need to lose weight.

Like i stole my phone and called my girlfriend.
They said they were goiung to tell.
I said if they tell ill bring up some blackmail i have on them.
They said i wouldnt.
Went and told.
I told the blackmail.
So now everyone is grounded for like 1week.
And this is my fault...
Im not sure how but whatever.

So this weekend i went camping :)
But the people i was camping with made sure to tell me im a horrible person.
I was like thanks.
Im trying so hard not to cut.
But no one cares.
No one ever cares.
I mean if i had a bestfriend...
mabe they would care.
But thats dumb..
Who would want to be my best friend...
So this is my worst blog yet.
:( ill write a better one later.

6 days:)

Sorry i havent posted in a while..
i got grounded...
but i would steeal a computer to use...
but my mom now has both in her room.
but my dad is now letting me use this one.

So...
I got this comment on one of my last blogs.
It was anonyomus.
To start, i hate those kinds of comments.
If you are gonna say something, say it.
Dont mask yourself.
It wasnt a mean comment or anything....
It was just so...
Ughhhhhhhh.
I really want to know who wrote it.
Even though i think i now...
Im just trying to deny that she found my blog.
Yeah....
My girlfriend found my blog.
She blogs to...
But we both kinda aggreed not to find eachothers blogs.
Casue the comment...was jsut like somehting shed say.
But what ever.
So it turns out my grades have gone up!
I went from a....
F to C
D to C
C to B
C to B
Yay!
they arent that great...
But hell rhwir better.
So i am proud of my self..
I havent cut in almost a week :)
Im trying to cut down on cutting...
ahah get it?
That was lame...
But w.e.
So i have decided that i neeeeeed a pen pal.
Any takers?

I think, therfore IB

So today was a horribly horrible day.
I go to school, and forgot 2 of my assignments so i had to copy my friend Victoria's...
Whic i do all the time anyway....But still.
You dont get it, well Turtle does :)
IB is a lot of work.
Its pretty bad.
Then i forgot it was my girlfriend and Is one month anniversiry....
So like she told her friend and her friend told everyone...
And then they all made fun .
Even thjough it wasnt any of their buisness.
Now my girlfriend is at her home...
Upset at me.
She cut.
Now i really want to cut.
But i already have to many cuts on my legs.
I cut on my legs and not my arms btw.
Because my parents can see them on my arms.
People cant see my legs.
Well so im about to go cutt....
Like im upset and cant stand it.
Help me.
For the love of god help me.
Im a wreck.
I m a mess.
I dont even know.
I need to cut more then anything.
This blog is taking a unexpected turn but whatever.
Heres the thing.
No one in the world gets me.
Im that odd ball who sits wuth different people every day.
I dont really fit in anywhere.
I sit with my girlfriend and her gay best friend who flirts with me and i get creeeped out.
Im that guy who sat at home while everyone was at that party.
I would have gone.
But i wasnt invited.
I would hang out with them this firday night.
But i wasnt invited.
And im grounded.
Which to me really isnt much.
Because she says i cant go anywhere, but i wasnt going to anyway.
She says i cant call or text people, but i do anyway.
Grounding is mcuh anyway.

Cliche Emo

This blog i would like to dedicate to Turtle, if that is your real name.
If so, thats a amazing name.
If not...Its a cool nick name :)

Well in one comment turtle..commented? she said these three words.
Cliche Emo Kid.
This was not in a bad way...at least i didnt take it like that.
And it inspired this blog.

Cliche Emo Kid in the eyes of Sam Tarleton
Dark haired
Black clothes
Loner

Sam Tarleton the emo kid
Bright clothes,
One thousand after school activities
Babysitter.

When she called me a cliche emo kid i started thinking.
I dont fit the perspective of a emo.
I dont wear any black clothing.
Blondish hair.
Happy at school.
Has some friends.
On the debate team.
And at school...a happy kid...sorta,
Sometimes im happy.
Cause i like school.
Cause its not my house.
Thats why i do after school activites...l
I do enjoy them.
But its mainly to stay away.
I love it.
But hate it.

"To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
Do you wanna be somebody else?
Are you sick of feeling so left out?
Are you desperate to find something more?
Before your life is over
Are you stuck inside a world you hate?
Are you sick of everyone around?
With their big fake smiles and stupid lies
While deep inside you're bleeding
No you don't know what it's like
When nothing feels all right
You don't know what it's like
To be like me"

Favorite part out of Simple Plan's Song Welcome to my Life
Because this is the biography of everyone whos wver cutt.
And its defiently mine.
Seeing as before writing this i cut..yet again
But im  not getting into that...
I cut this time because of something stupid.
Keep in touch?
Write me a letter :)
It would greatly please me.

Elephant gone astray

My followers...
Bad news from here in North Carolina...
My computer is gone...
My grades have made my mother take it away..
Which means less blogging for me.
But ill try when i can...
Now moving on.

Today i cut.
12 times to be exact.
And then i laid in my bed.
Crying.
Then i got in the tub full of hot water.
And turned on my ipod speakers loud.
And screamed to "You found me" by the fray...

Well thats all for now. i hear my mom.
Love you all.

Musik Express

Do you remeber the little things in life that made you happy?
Like that fair ride at the Dixie Classic.
Or cruzing around time in a convertable.
Or juts spending time with your family?


I remeber happiness...Though it seems like a old friend.
You know those old friends...You havent seen in a while?
And they randomly come in your life for a while...But just as fast as the came...
Their gone.
Gone for a while...Not to come back untill next time.


I went to the fair with my dad...2 of my sisters..2 of my godsisters...and my godfather.
I rode this ride with my littlest god sister.
She is 7.
When we were riding it i kept thinking it was dumb...I was ready to go..
But when i looked over at her...I smiled.
Becasue she was so happy.
She was laughing and screaming.
It was amazing,
That kept me fromcutting that day.
I was gonna cut because of school.
But i didnt.
All because of Little Mrs. Zoes Spanos.

Welcome to My life.

Its my fault.
I did it.
I get punished for their mistakes.
I annoy they,
They hate me.
Thats what they tell me every day.
And i cry.
I cry real hard cause they dont know.
They dont know what happens next.
How i walk into my room.
Lock the doors.
Cry.
Cry.
And cry some more.
I cry about how they dont understand me.
I cry because they always blame me.
About how my life is based around theirs.
How im like a after thought to them.
I cry for all of the really small things...
That almost seem isignificant.
The things like buying everyone a pack of gum exceot me.
Or yelling at me for not letting her have my seat.
Or letting everyone else check their facebooks but i cant.
I cry for the big things.
Like always saying its my fault.
Or when i hear them talking baout me.
They dont think i hear, but i do.
They say im a baby.
A emontial reck.
That im a "mello-dramatic freak"for cutting.
I cry for my life.
And how no one seems to love me.
How i am so alone.
How people callme a fag.
How im accused of being homophobic.
How my teacher mistake my voice for a girls.
How i have the biggest secret in the world but i cant tell anyone.
But its okay.
Im fine.
I have my own way of dealing with the pain.
I pick up that razor.
I drag it across my hips.
Or my theighs.
Or even my arms.
And i watch the blood quickly filling.
Coming out.
I sit on the edge of my bed.
And think that its okay,
One day they'll see.
See the pain i go thru everyday.
See the hurt the put me thru.
Theyll say sorry.
Ill pretend to forgive them.
But i cant.
I never can.
Theyve ruined it.
It being my life.
Actually ill thank them.
Because now i know how to treat people.
And my children....
Theyll love me.
Ill love them.
Theyll never feel this pain.
That much i can promise you.

See i dont...know why...

Im going to write my blogs in a different format...tell me what you think.

Life:

I wonderful and horrible right now.

Schools a pain.

Im in love.

Parents are  dssapointed in me.

Making new friends.

Im in love.

Thoughts:

I just cut.

It stings.

She loves me.

I think she does.

She might hate me.

Im finding jesus.

Love:

Gaby

Laughter:

I laugh at the fact that i havent smoked weed in 4 months and people think im a drug addict.

Funny right?

Why:

This part is why i did somehting

It a ceratin somthing

It will be the sam every timne.

If you dont know what it it...you shouldnt know then

Why today? I think she hates me.

Quote of my day:

Fuck what i said, It dont mean shit now.

Kassandra Kid Welcome Back

So thought my first few posts were depressing...this one wont be.
My life is getting back into order.
Im getting people back on my side.
Im back to blogging.
I am doing okay in school.
Im making new friends.
Im in all the drama D:
That ones not good...But true.
Im falling back in love with that same girl.
Shes still in love with me.
We are together.
Happy as we can be.
I have a new follower.
She followed my old blog.
And now is following this.
We got into a big fight a couple months ago,
But im still glad shes back.
Welcome back Kassandra Kid.
The girl who i used to talk to alot with on MSN,
The girl whos blog im ADDICTED to.
The girl who has stopped me from killing my self i dont know how many times.
The girl who  at one point me and gaby and mayte all had a plan to road trip to meet each other.
You have no idea how much blogging means to me.
I wish i could be closer to people.
Like Kassandra kids.
I wish i would get letters in the mail.
That would make me o so happy.
I wish you would write me a letter Kassandra Kid.

Cause I would die for you...On skyway avenue....

Skyway Avenue Bless the Broken Road
Check Yes Juilet
Crushcrushcrush
Do you remember
Fall for you
For a pessmistic, im pretty optimistic
Fuck it
Halllelujah

My playlist.
That playlist.
I listen to it on special occaisions.
Or not so special occasions.
The times when that razor is looking.
And i need those sharp blades.
Or my pocket knife is trembling in my hand.
About to do that thing that makes my feel in control.
About to make that mistake.
Im listening to it now.
I need help.
I want help.
But they dont understand.
No one around me does either.
I want someone to talk to.
Or even a pen pal.
That would make me happy.
But since no one reads my blog why does it even matter?

Go take a motrin

You know those happy memories you have...
Of just you and your dad.
You and your father.
Just spending time together.
Doing whatever it is that made you happy.
Well i only have one memory like that.
Its November of 2007.
We have our dog champ with us.
He needs a new pen.
So me and my dad go to HomeDepot to buy wood.
We spent all day on  that pen.
And at the end of the day,
We went to my favorite resturant for dinner.
Just me and my dad.
Talking about scouts.
Talking about school.
Talking about life.
Just me and him.
Well this memory is all I have.
Dont think my dad is dead.
Dont think he left my family.
He just left me.
He goes to all my sisters soccer games.
Takes care of my sisters when they are sick.
Does everything for them.
But when im sick, he tells me to take a motrin.
When I have a deabte tournment or a scout trip, he tells me my sisters have a soccer game.
But in reality...
He hates me.
I dont know why.
Or what i did but he hates me.
I bring this up because yesterday i walked up to a church near my house to meet up with a friend.
I was sitting there waiting.
And two families come up to the playground, which is where i was sitting.
The moms sat and talk.
And the dads ran around with the kids.
Laughing.
One kid fell.
Hurt his knee
The dad helped him up.
Didnt tell him to go take a motrin.

The Razor

Why?
When?
Why?
Where?
Why?
With what?
Why?
They asked me these questions when they found out.
They found out in South Carolina.
On our way to Georgia.
They found out on our way to my Grandmothers Funeral.
They found out in Bojangles.
Thats how they found out.
I didnt want them to find out.
But he saw.
He saw the scars on my arms.
He saw the moments in my life when i was at the lowest points.
The lowest points i had ever been at.
Casue thats what those scars are.
My worst memories.
The moments i wish had never happened.
The moments i felt as though i was alone, as though no one cared.
The moments i did the thing most people make fun of.
The thing that i never thought i would do.
When i picked up that razor.
Drug it across my wrists.
I watched the blood come out.
I stumbled back.
I sat down.
And i cried.
I cried for all that had gone wrong in mys life.
All that had gone against me.
For every time i had been hurt.
Every time that something went wrong.
Every time it was my fault.
Every time that i wanted to die.
Im sorry about this.
Im sorry for being alive.