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 Apr 2014 Jordan Chacon
Samridhi
5:45 am.
promise me, you won't do anything stupid.
okay mom, i get it.
no smoking,
no drinking.
i have to get going. NOW.

8:00 am.
look what we got for us!, she says.
as we climb onto the bus
J.D and a pack of cigs.
nothing to hesitate about,
we're no longer kids!

11:00 am.
puff
i taste the filter- with care.
puff
heavy lumps on my throat as i fight to find some air.
puff
my tiny lungs bloat, still fighting for air.
puff
i resist.
imagining how much mom would be ******.

4:00 pm.
i'm almost on my fourth.
puff.
i let go.
puff.
let it get to me, slowly.
puff.
let it do its magic.
puff.
and let it **** me inside, slowly.

my first ever smoke.
been there. done that. not doing it again, hopefully.
No drink or drug
could ever be enough
To make me forget
How much I loved.
He is sad
He is hurt
He is dying
He is alone
He is lonely
He is a mess
He is judged
He is ignored
He is suicidal
He is stressed
He is confused
He is ****** up
He is depressed
He is misunderstood
He is tired but still living
He is hurt but doesn't show it
He is screaming but silent
He is in pain but still smiling
I look alive
I'm dead inside
My heart has holes
And black blood flows
For a kid with the name Aledro things get difficult
I'm a bully at my high school
I don't play any sports
Even though the coaches want me
I'm 6'3" and 246 lbs
I lift 500lbs with no problem
But instead I pick on kids like grape vines
I don't mean to be mean
I'm just trying to take out my own emotions
Show somebody that I have feelings too
Yet when nobody listens I turn violent
I've gave some kid a wedgey so bad
His ******* ripped
I almost drowned some kid in the toilet
Broke a kids nose
I wish I could take it all back
Tell them I'm sorry
But they ended up killing themselves

17 years old I could go to jail
Honestly I wish the cops would take me now
I'm a murderer not just a bully
I made somebody else's life worst
When I tried making mine better
Guess I'm a failure
Needing more than pills and a counselor
I wonder how long my name will last in these pages
I doubt it everyday a murderer writes his name in here

Not much else to say
I wrote a letter to my mom, my dad, the principle, and the parents
Of all those kids I bullied
The very ones that died
Even wrote letters to all the kids I still bullied
It wasn't long
Just an apology and saying what I've done
Also where they could find my body
When it drifts back to shore
After these pills, this blade, and this gun
Drift me off to that special place in hell
I know the devil kept warm for me
You couldn't stop smiling
Jibberjawing about nothing
Always stumbling on your emotions
Not sure what you were saying even made sense
You just blushed when I held your hand
Smiled when I said I love you
Remember?
All those good times we had together...gone
Guess time changes everything
And if you asked me where we go from here
The answer is always the same
I really don't know
We're just not in love anymore
old poem I found in my wallet.
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