I got home late that afternoon. Saw mom and dad fucking on the couch. Nothing new, nothing was ever new here. So I went up to my room and listened to Green Day, it was the only thing that kept me going. The only reason my life was still in existence. Or rather, that and Simple Plan, and Good Charlotte. Maybe a few other bands too. But I really didn’t have much going, especially since the only way to go to that Green Day concert was to let dad fuck me too. Like that would ever happen...
So I sat alone in my room, trying to turn my music up louder than my parents without getting in trouble. My dad always tried to make me hear him when he was with mom, I’m not quite sure why, just another type of torture I guess. Maybe he thought he could make me jealous? I’m not sure yet, but I just turned up my cd player, hoping to drown out his crap. I can’t stand him, and my mom’s no help, she just goes along with all the shit he does. Why do I even bother living? Oh I know.....I haven’t met Billie Joe yet.
So here I sit, all alone. Tears streaming down my face, and sobs racking my body. And I know that I have no choice. I’m just gonna stay right here in this bed until my dad comes in and fucks me all he wants, and then I’ll just cut myself again, I’m not sure why. Get rid of the bad blood? I don’t know, it hasn’t worked yet, I still let him do it. I haven’t stopped him yet, and I don’t think I’ll ever start. I’m so lost anymore....I just don’t know what to do.
Hours later, I’m still crying, still sobbing. It’s just silent by this time, and the music is gone, I forgot to turn it back on. And so I hear him stomping up the stairs. And I don’t know what to do. Maybe I should just kill myself and get it over with. Then I won’t have this problem. But I still haven’t met Billie Joe, so I guess I’m stuck, I have to keep living. I have to endure this pain if only to achieve my broken dreams.
And he doesn’t care, my sobs make him laugh. And he doesn’t care, all he wants to do is hurt me. I know that he won’t let me go to that concert anyway. He’ll say I didn’t enjoy his late night visits. So I didn’t earn my prize. But I’ll just run away. Mom won’t care. And I’ll earn up my own money, and buy the ticket, and hitchhike to the concert. I can’t miss it. This may be my last chance. And then when I die, I’ll die happy. Even if it’s five minutes after I leave, or another fifty years.
That night I packed all my stuff and wrote a note. I had to leave them a note, these are the people that were ‘there’ for me, for my whole life. The only people who have ever ‘cared’ about me. The ones that acted as if they might actually be nice to me sometimes. The ones that gave me the most precious things I have in life. My CDs and my cd player. And, no matter how weird this one will sound, my scars. Every last scar on my body is a signature of my strength. Because I’m still alive. This is what my note to these ‘parents’ of mine said:
Dear, well not dear but, Mom and Dad
I hate you guys more than you could ever know. You’ve caused me more pain than most people could ever stand. And I’ll never forgive you for that. Because no matter how hard I’ve tried, I’ve never been able to justify what you did to me. I still don’t know what it was that I did wrong, maybe I was supposed to die when I was young? Is that how I offended you guys? I’m alive right now? Well, nothing to worry about now, because I won’t be around much longer, I’m going to be gone long before you ever read this note. And you’ll never find me again. I’ll just disappear like you want me to. And then I’ll never trouble you again.
Love and hate you always,
Your son, Jackson

So I left in search of a better life, something, anything was better than what I had. And then I could make my only real dream come true. I’ll meet Billie Joe, and then I’ll have nothing left to do. I’ll just let myself die then. It’s all that I have left in life, so then I’ll just let myself take my final breath, and that’s it. My life will finally mean something. I won’t just be a stupid kid who never got anything. I’ll be a person who finally reached their dream, however broken. And with that, I’ll take my final breath...

ooooh i loved it. I loved the way it kinda twisted, i thought that it was written from a girls perspective until i saw " your son"
Very cool B)

Well, thank you very much. I like that part too...I thought it sounded like Jackson was a girl too...but yeah. I love that story actually.

I have a poem by the same name....

lol, thank you. That seems to be a common thought now...I'm glad that people like it though.

that was so cool B)
i thought it was a girl

HAHA, lmao off man, you guys all said like...the same exact thing. That's just funny, but again, thanks.

I know this sounds really stupid, but it made my eyes water! But the fact that is was a boy was pretty funny. All in all, it was GREAT!!

This sux... I'M GOING FUCKING SOFT!!! AHHH!!!!

aww ya big softie Becca!

NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :o

Funny?!?! I'm sorry, but you think that's it's fucking funny that some boy was raped by his father every night? How so? I hope I don't sound like a bitch, but that's a real problem.

No! No, no, no, no! :o It's not funny that the boy was raped by his father, it was just surprising, cuz everyone thought it was a girl, and funny cuz I was surprised, (if that makes any sense).. Not like that makes it any better..I'm sorry! I didnt mean it the way you thought! :unsure:

Well, I just thought it sounded like it was funny because it was a boy...yeah, I think that's what you said you thought I meant. And I'm sorry about reacting like that, I have mood swings. So I'm sorry about reacting like that...does anyone want me to put up more of my work?

*in Napoleon Dynamite voice* Heck yes!

ok, here's one of my stories...

There once was a day when I knew peace, and peace knew me. It was a long time ago, but we were very close and the friendship was true. If we ever needed anyone, we always had each other. And then the people started fighting and I was ripped away from peace, and it broke my heart to leave my best friend behind.
The people are still fighting now, and I just keep wishing for the day they stop. The day that they finally realize how pointless it truly is. All that they’re doing is killing tomorrow’s future, and today’s past. Killing many generations of kids who might have grown up to save the world from this kind of evil plaguing it.
All I want is for everyone to go back to peace, and this pointless killing to be stopped. It hurts more people than you know, innocents being murdered because of their race or just because they’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.
So all I ask is that YOU end this endless slaughter, please let there be light in our world. I just wish to be well acquainted with my best friend again, and again have him always there for me.
Love always,
War
The teacher smiled as War handed her the paper he had just presented to the class, exclaiming about how he was the only one who truly understood the assignment. And about how he did it so well.
He just nodded, pushing his dark red hair out of his face, walking right past the teacher and out into the hall just as the bell rang. He walked past his locker, his next class, all his friends, and right out the front door, right out of the school, causing a lot of people to wonder.
He didn’t come back the next day or the one after that. And his teachers, principal, and friends soon started to worry. Missing that much school wasn’t like him, in fact it wasn’t like him at all. And the next day, war broke out in Asia, and peace was once again lost.

Wow i really like that one as well. You've got a real talent there. Keep them coming cos i love reading them!

Wow, thanks sweetie. *huggles* Here's another one then.

We’re all just characters in a book. The things that happen to us, all that we feel, none of it is real. This is all a lie, everything is a lie. It don’t mean a damn thing. To this unreality we all cling. But it’s all a stupid lie, and that’s my alibi.
I’ve seen the truth, the pen that writes our lives. I’ve seen it all come true...you know it’s nothing new. Everything we feel, I keep wishing it were real. I finally found love, but it’s all a joke from somewhere above. None of this crap is real, all these beautiful things that we feel.
Tonight I raise a blade, to celebrate the ending of an age. He thinks he has control, the author of my life I’ll never know. He thinks he’ll keep me alive, but he’ll have to suffer knowing that I found out, and in a REAL life only, will I survive.
I know the secret, the best way to live my wasted life as a real thing, with real love. I figured out his secret...all you have to do is kill yourself, and wish upon a star. And then in real life you know you will go far.
So tonight I raise a blade, and take away his power, and then I’ll free my love, so we can be together. So tonight I raise my blade...and right now I’ll raise my blade, but something isn’t right, the blade won’t come down tonight...And his voice booms over my head.
“You’ll never make it out, until it’s too late. You’re my pawn, my sweet, and I’ll never let you leave.”