Thinking

He hides under his long sleves. All his hidden fears. His cuts and scares hunt him as he trys to breathe. All they do is taunt him. All he wants is to be left alone. He has been thinking of ways to keep them off his back. He doesnt understand why his thoughts aren't clear. He holds the gun in his hand asking himself if this is what he really wants. He's not sure. But he doesnt there is any othere way to stop all the name calling and all the people from hurting him. He feels so far awat. He whispers "I know i want to live but i dont want to live a life where no one loves me and all they do is say shit". As he gets the gun into place. He hears a guys scream from outside. He walks tord his window unsure of what is to come of him. The guy is telling him not to go through wth his suicide. He tells everyone thinks he's a freak. The guys tells him "I think your one of the best and beauitifest things on this earth". As he drops the gun he finally has a smile on his face. As he climbs out his bedroom window he cant help but feel good. The guy of his dreams is here with him.