My names Soul, or if you want you can call me Will, James, Or for those who know me in person. Monte. If you want to know more about me my fellow stalker, please feel free to leave me a comment or message, but if your just dying to know more feel free to abuse my kik. My kik is typhoon3343
I’m so tired of the crap that I see in this world, especially when I literally “can’t do a damn thing in the world” I look at all my friends how bad that they have it, now I look at myself and how pathetic I thought I had it.
As I listen to them cry and watch them shed their tears, I decide that’s it’s enough to pretend it ends here.. When I finish my act and their last shredded tears, I wrap my arms around them “I promise that I’ll be here”. But I know it’s just words, I mean what can I do? Stand up and yell at the crowd of a few?! I’m so ****ing sick of it being someone older, it always starts “I’m an adult; now do as I told you”
I’m about ready to get up and act, “I dare you too slap her back!” It’s sad to think that a child will have to grow, knowing that the scar he holds was from the only parents he’s ever known. And too think things could have changed if he’s friends stood up to reach, but the only friends that saw where too scared to even speak.
When you count down to the end of the day, how many bruises did you make? How many times did you tell her that her entire life was a waste?? You should be ashamed to even pretend to be her father! “LIKE YOU EVEN CARE WHY DON’T YOU GET LOST!” I do care! Because I’ve been through it all! And like it or not one day I will stop you!
There is so much death and violence in this world it almost makes you wonder, what’s left to live for? Now that I think about it. I’ve lost many friends to this. How many times have I said “YOU DON’T WANT TO DO THIS” but in their mind it’s all they’ve got left. They can’t just say “DADDY! PLEASE DON’T HIT ME AGAIN!” people don’t change when they’ve gone this far. They push to the point their own children are gone. I come to school one day to find my best friend, but what I found was a kid with a scar instead. An inch or so above his left eye, was it an inch above his left eye or an inch from his own life?
Kids get so scared they don’t know what to do. I know this first hand, because I’ve experienced it too. My sister who I fought with often, decided to make a stand and protect me from my father, even though she was scared she knew we were family, she dragged me off to her friend’s house and called the police… I’m so furious when I see most of the parents of present time. I don’t mean them all but I mean the ones in current sight. It’s like everywhere I go I see something wrong. Something so wrong words can’t describe the things I saw. And everything I see just makes me hate my own father. I know that I can’t blame him for the things that are out there.
But the fact I can’t change anything makes me hate it all. So much that I swear on my life I’ll be a better father. One day I hope to prove to myself that I won’t be the same. I’m so scared of it all that I’ve spent my whole life trying to change. I use too have so much anger, I couldn’t control it. I hurt myself many times just trying to ignore it. I’ve come so far that I would hate to quit. But I can’t stand the fact I can’t help those around me who need it!