This boy was born.
Born alive.
Born here.
He lived, laughed and breathed.
This boy had wounderful parents.
They put there life in line for him.
He grew older.
10.
Hes parents couldn't afford to keep him.
This boy lives with step parents now.
Hes sad.
He hasn't cried yet.
Hasn't screamed.
This boy is now 15.
He looks up at the sky.
He wears what he loves.
Eyeline.
Blacknail polish.
Black, red.
This boys steps call him a freak.
Kick him when hes down.
Ground him for looking at them werid.
He fails classes.
People make front of him.
The friend that he does have, hes in love with.
She looks at him like her brother.
He screams.
This boy calms down on a beautiful day.
He sees her with him.
He looks at her and asks, "who is he?"
She says, "my boyfriend."
He knows theres no hope.
No hope at all.
He goes home hes parents yell at him.
Time to take action.
He yells back.
He's father beats him.
Black eye.
Bloody lip.
This boy cries.
He sits in his bedroom.
He looks at the ceiling.
'Did i deserve this?' he thought as tears went down his face.
He thinks, blacks out, screams, cries.
What did he do?
He opens his eyes.
Car.
Sirens.
Cold.
Lost.
His eyes are heavy.
He slowly closes them smiling.
"Thank you," he mummbles.

Hellooo~