Let me tell you about a kid named Steven he's slowly running out of things to believe in,not too many friends, only ever had a few of them,but recently they don't want anything to do with him he just wants to feel normal and be cool again.Always feeling like the outcast, he's been going crazy ever since his mom passed he needs guidance and advice but instead he only has breakdowns and flashbacks of the car crash.It's been getting harder everyday, if she was still around everything would be ok cause his mom was always the light at the end of the tunnel,but now that same damn tunnel is looking dark and grey.He's been doing coke, smoking weed, getting drunk now all his life is a shame no, he's not too proud.But guess what? Little did he know that every time he did a line,every time he lit a joint,every time he took a shot he would set the mode,so Steven's sitting in his room getting high now doors locked, music up, with his lights out he just takes another toke til his room fills with smoke 5-6-7 hours til he knocks out.Now he started stealing pills 8-9-10 at a time and now they're gone and maybe for a moment all his problems seem to fade, but the high fades too after not too long and that's when it really sinks in and that's when it hits him that these ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ drugs won't fix him.Curled up on the floor, can't take it anymore.Now he's talking to God 'cause he's the only one that gets him on his knees, looking up, can't stop crying "God I know we haven't talked in a long time but this time I really need you. Please God help me, say something just give me a sign, because now I'm falling apart and I don't think that I can do it. Please God, give me the strength to pull through it. Tell me, Should I give up? I could end it all right now.I just don't know if I'm brave enough to do it.'Cause there's gotta be a better way than suicide.Try to wait it out, give it time, you'll be fine.But it's been so long and I still haven't been able to get rid of all the thoughts that I feel inside. So sick, so angry, so mad and to top it off no one even knows that"That's when he stood up, wiped his tears, walked over to his desk and got a pen and a notepad.He just couldn't see it getting any better so on a cold dark night in December, Steven knew exactly what he had to do...So the reason that I'm writing you this evening,is to say goodbye and to tell you that I'm leaving but don't hold your breath 'cause I ain't never coming back
Sincerely yours, Steven.