Love's Sucide Noah's Room Hearing Jessica,Kay and Sam talking
Noah opened, his eyes from resting.He sat up on the bed and put his hands over his eyes so that he could see better and things weren't so foggie.He heard, people in the house yelling.He wasn't, going to deal with this.He had, other things to worry about.
He got, up from the bed and ran a hand over his arm which was all cut up.He sighed, to himself not sure why he had to have this experience.He vowed, to himself to keep this a secret and he would do so.He turned, off the radio and went and took out his pretty new friend called MR letter opener.He ran, his hand over it and smiled.
Pretty thing it was.He let, out a sigh and took it to his arm and kept cutting it.He made, an X on his left arm.Who cared, about him?No one did he belived that more than ever.He layed, down enjoying the rush of this feeling.It was, something Noah did when he was younger.So why stop now?
He took, off his shirt and put it under the bed.If his, father saw the blood on his shirt he would put him some where.He was, too angry to care anymore.He had, to just leave the house.But he couldn't, do that.He put, on a fresh shirt and jeans.He had, to hid his clothing from them.
Hide the truth away with the pain.He put, on a black tee shirt, and jeans.Laying on the bed and thinking again.His life, sucked and he was to blame for it.Nothing mattered, to him anymore and he felt bad but the cutting made him smile that would be his escape.Self Mutlation how fun indeed.It was, his lover, his friend and more.
"I wonder, what they are talking about.Who cares, no one needs you anyway Noah"He said to himself.
He put, the radio off for the time and just layed on the bed stairing at the celling again.Nothing would help just his own pain.Love's sucide or a close faxsmile of.
He got, up from the bed and ran a hand over his arm which was all cut up.He sighed, to himself not sure why he had to have this experience.He vowed, to himself to keep this a secret and he would do so.He turned, off the radio and went and took out his pretty new friend called MR letter opener.He ran, his hand over it and smiled.
Pretty thing it was.He let, out a sigh and took it to his arm and kept cutting it.He made, an X on his left arm.Who cared, about him?No one did he belived that more than ever.He layed, down enjoying the rush of this feeling.It was, something Noah did when he was younger.So why stop now?
He took, off his shirt and put it under the bed.If his, father saw the blood on his shirt he would put him some where.He was, too angry to care anymore.He had, to just leave the house.But he couldn't, do that.He put, on a fresh shirt and jeans.He had, to hid his clothing from them.
Hide the truth away with the pain.He put, on a black tee shirt, and jeans.Laying on the bed and thinking again.His life, sucked and he was to blame for it.Nothing mattered, to him anymore and he felt bad but the cutting made him smile that would be his escape.Self Mutlation how fun indeed.It was, his lover, his friend and more.
"I wonder, what they are talking about.Who cares, no one needs you anyway Noah"He said to himself.
He put, the radio off for the time and just layed on the bed stairing at the celling again.Nothing would help just his own pain.Love's sucide or a close faxsmile of.