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The last days of the suicide kid
written by suicide_penguin04:17 PM 1/28/05People always making fun of him
He can't deal with it no more.
People always playing tricks on him
he doesn't laugh no more.
People always calling him names
he doesn't care no more.
People always calling him stupid
he doesn't try no more.
He goes home after spending a long day
with people who hate him
He sees his mom with a big bruise
on her eye knowing that
that was the mark of his fathers fist.
One night he heard loud cries
coming from his parents room.
>From the crack of the door he saw his father
forcing his mother to do things that she didn't want to do.
He goes in the room screaming at his father
to get off her.
He tried pushing him away from his mother
but he couldn't.
He was too waek.
So the father hits him and pushed him.
The father was standing ther and laughing at him.
There's the boy laying on the floor in humiliation.
His father got out of the room
took the car and went to the bar.
The mother was crying and was embarassed
of what the boy saw.
The boy got up whiped off all his tears.
He starting going through his father's drows
and took out a gun.
He pointed it at his head
facing his mother.
His mother screaming tellingh im not to.
With no last thoughts...
he pulled the trigger.
His mother screaming crying .
She was left with an empty heart and her son's dead body.
And those were the last days of the suicide kid. |
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