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“Erik get down here now!” My father yelled.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hurried down the stairs. I learned in the last 17 years I’ve been alive, that if my dad calls me I need to be down fast…or else…
I got down the stairs, and went into the living room where he always sat on his days off. “Yes, dad? What can I get you?”
My mother smiled up at me from her book, “You are such a good son, Erik-“
My dad interrupted her, “Don’t make him feel better he should feel bad!” He looked up at me glaring, “Erik, I have seen your grades lately and you’re in football, right?”
“Yes… I am… I’m sorry they’re dropping I’ll try to get them up.” I stood with my hands behind my back. The fact my dad had to ask me if I was in football made me think I was lucky he knew my name. My mom always tells me I am such a good boy and my dad does cinta me, he’s just been “stressed” lately.
“Well we’ve already had this conversation before and anda berkata the exact same thing; and I’m getting tired of being lied to. I think I’ll have the coach pull anda out of football until anda get your grades up.”
My mother looked at him, “Richard, don’t anda think that’s a little harsh?” My mother always stood up for me but takes my dad side in the end.
“No, Marsha, I don’t think it’s harsh at all. I think it’s fair. He should learn how to get his act up to the way I want them to be. This is not up for discussion-“
“But dad, I’m in stochastic calculus, chemistry, A.P. U.S. History-“
“I understand they can be kind of hard-“
“No, I don’t think anda understand dad. I can hardly pass them and anda want A’s! I can’t get anda them! It’s hard! I’m just not that smart-“
My dad stood up, and got in my face, “I was in war. That wasn’t a piggy back ride. People died and I had to try my hardest every damn time I went out in the field,” He pushed me back, “I watched people die,” He pushed me again, “And anda think anda grades are hard!? HUH!?” he shoved me into the wall, “Try living with yourself after anda killed so many people! 238 and lebih people I killed!” He decked me in the face hard.
“Richard!” I heard my mother yell, but it didn’t matter to my dad. He was too busy beating up his own son.
My dad kneed me in the stomach twice, “You think school is hard,” He threw me to the ground, “Well trying living like me. Now go to your room.” I got up, and ran upstairs as fast as I could. I slammed my bedroom door, and looked in the mirror and stared at my reflection. I looked so much like him… I can’t be like him… please I just can’t…
“Erik get down here now!” My father yelled.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hurried down the stairs. I learned in the last 17 years I’ve been alive, that if my dad calls me I need to be down fast…or else…
I got down the stairs, and went into the living room where he always sat on his days off. “Yes, dad? What can I get you?”
My mother smiled up at me from her book, “You are such a good son, Erik-“
My dad interrupted her, “Don’t make him feel better he should feel bad!” He looked up at me glaring, “Erik, I have seen your grades lately and you’re in football, right?”
“Yes… I am… I’m sorry they’re dropping I’ll try to get them up.” I stood with my hands behind my back. The fact my dad had to ask me if I was in football made me think I was lucky he knew my name. My mom always tells me I am such a good boy and my dad does cinta me, he’s just been “stressed” lately.
“Well we’ve already had this conversation before and anda berkata the exact same thing; and I’m getting tired of being lied to. I think I’ll have the coach pull anda out of football until anda get your grades up.”
My mother looked at him, “Richard, don’t anda think that’s a little harsh?” My mother always stood up for me but takes my dad side in the end.
“No, Marsha, I don’t think it’s harsh at all. I think it’s fair. He should learn how to get his act up to the way I want them to be. This is not up for discussion-“
“But dad, I’m in stochastic calculus, chemistry, A.P. U.S. History-“
“I understand they can be kind of hard-“
“No, I don’t think anda understand dad. I can hardly pass them and anda want A’s! I can’t get anda them! It’s hard! I’m just not that smart-“
My dad stood up, and got in my face, “I was in war. That wasn’t a piggy back ride. People died and I had to try my hardest every damn time I went out in the field,” He pushed me back, “I watched people die,” He pushed me again, “And anda think anda grades are hard!? HUH!?” he shoved me into the wall, “Try living with yourself after anda killed so many people! 238 and lebih people I killed!” He decked me in the face hard.
“Richard!” I heard my mother yell, but it didn’t matter to my dad. He was too busy beating up his own son.
My dad kneed me in the stomach twice, “You think school is hard,” He threw me to the ground, “Well trying living like me. Now go to your room.” I got up, and ran upstairs as fast as I could. I slammed my bedroom door, and looked in the mirror and stared at my reflection. I looked so much like him… I can’t be like him… please I just can’t…
i dindnt say anything for a minute,then i spoke.
'do anda know why?"
'well,she berkata something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come oleh my house after school,i have plan."
After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.
"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.
"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.
"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.
"texas"
she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.
"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.
"you must be on drugs," she said
"what?"
"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?
"yep,wee going to texas"
'do anda know why?"
'well,she berkata something about an old friend in texas." izzy told me.
"you dont think.."
"maybe.where else could she have gone?"
"come oleh my house after school,i have plan."
After school,izzy came over.We went to my room.
"what are we gonna do?"izzy asked,as soon as she walked in the room.
"wee gonig to find aslee" i siad,trying to sound as serious as possible.
"youre kidding,right? i mean,where are we gonna go?"izzy said.
"texas"
she stared at me.Blankly.Not saying a thing.As if she was gonna drop dead.
"izzy?"i asked,trying to get her back to reality.
"you must be on drugs," she said
"what?"
"youve got to be joking me.i mean,your mom is not gonig to take us,my mom is dead,and theres no way ere gonna..wait...your not saying?
"yep,wee going to texas"
Sobriety is beyond a horizon for you,
One anda won't be alive to even get to.
Your mind is set to be dead in 10
Years, my fears, my tears,
don't matter, your emotionless, here.
My bothersome phone calls,
"I'm just checking in"
"Yeah, I don't care"
I can't ever win.
My eyes are taped open,
horrific gambar replay,
and even when I close them,
they're imprinted in my mind,
they're there to stay.
Blackness engulfs me,
like a whirlpool of nothing,
Your arch nemesis,
Your pal,
Your meaningless suffering.
Why do anda do this,
to yourself, and to me?
I don't get why anda mess around,
just let yourself be!
One anda won't be alive to even get to.
Your mind is set to be dead in 10
Years, my fears, my tears,
don't matter, your emotionless, here.
My bothersome phone calls,
"I'm just checking in"
"Yeah, I don't care"
I can't ever win.
My eyes are taped open,
horrific gambar replay,
and even when I close them,
they're imprinted in my mind,
they're there to stay.
Blackness engulfs me,
like a whirlpool of nothing,
Your arch nemesis,
Your pal,
Your meaningless suffering.
Why do anda do this,
to yourself, and to me?
I don't get why anda mess around,
just let yourself be!
this is just somthing that describes me :)
I'm sat at home
In my cardboard box
I'm scared to death
So I cuddle my socks
I hear the key turn in the door
Fear swells inside of me
My hope plummets through the floor
I peep outside my little box
In time to see my daddy roar
I'm worried now, I realise
Because he's angry I notice now
That what I'm seeing with swollen eyes
I don't know when I don't know how
It may be the last thing I ever see
This may be the last of me
I see his boots come closer, so I shriek
My bruises hurt lebih than ever
He picks me up, I feel so weak
He shakes me now and calls me worthless
I just want him to cinta me
I just want him to know me
But the broken bottle is against my chest
And is thrust through my cotton vest
Into my heart, the pain is fire
I see myself as I float higher
Now my vision is rimmed with darkness
The end is near, I feel its presence
I just wish that I could tell him
I cinta him, but his cinta is dim
In my cardboard box
I'm scared to death
So I cuddle my socks
I hear the key turn in the door
Fear swells inside of me
My hope plummets through the floor
I peep outside my little box
In time to see my daddy roar
I'm worried now, I realise
Because he's angry I notice now
That what I'm seeing with swollen eyes
I don't know when I don't know how
It may be the last thing I ever see
This may be the last of me
I see his boots come closer, so I shriek
My bruises hurt lebih than ever
He picks me up, I feel so weak
He shakes me now and calls me worthless
I just want him to cinta me
I just want him to know me
But the broken bottle is against my chest
And is thrust through my cotton vest
Into my heart, the pain is fire
I see myself as I float higher
Now my vision is rimmed with darkness
The end is near, I feel its presence
I just wish that I could tell him
I cinta him, but his cinta is dim
love bites
I'm haunted by the memory's i hold
He gives me sight,
Saves me from evil's bite,
Holds me when I cry,
Always oleh my side.
My last breath is taken and diberikan to him,
He saves me from the storm I'm in,
He saves me and calls me his,
Have him when I'm in a crisis.
Yesus is everything.
Everything to me,
Helping me see,
Stealing my heart,
Oh how I hate being apart.
Stand here and be moved oleh him,
To feel him in my veins,
To feel him inside of me.
My friend,
My helper,
The great shrink,
I am proud to be part of his link.
Blown away oleh his grace,
Blessed oleh his mercy,
Oh how he carries.
Holds every tear in his hand,
Wipes away our sorrows,
For a better tomorrow.
Impossible
Here I phase
Here in my old age
Here I run with no place to go
Here I stand with no purpose
Here I am with no show,
No lights,no cameras,no grace
Here I am with this world having me in it's tight embrace.
But I won't give in.
For God Loved me so.
Here I am in this place,
Here I am just watching the world race.
Watching the world fall apart,
Here I am just waiting for a new start.
As this breaks my heart,
I know I will gabung God's cart,his army,his people and I will live in heaven above.
Here I am asking you,
What will anda do?
Here I am watching anda phase,
Here I am watching anda turn to old age.
With no place to go,
Here I am telling anda don't want to low.
As we change and as we grow,
This world will face judgment,This I know.
Don't turn to old age,
Don't get lost in the world's maze.
Save anda self.
Don't let yourself phase.......
Here in my old age
Here I run with no place to go
Here I stand with no purpose
Here I am with no show,
No lights,no cameras,no grace
Here I am with this world having me in it's tight embrace.
But I won't give in.
For God Loved me so.
Here I am in this place,
Here I am just watching the world race.
Watching the world fall apart,
Here I am just waiting for a new start.
As this breaks my heart,
I know I will gabung God's cart,his army,his people and I will live in heaven above.
Here I am asking you,
What will anda do?
Here I am watching anda phase,
Here I am watching anda turn to old age.
With no place to go,
Here I am telling anda don't want to low.
As we change and as we grow,
This world will face judgment,This I know.
Don't turn to old age,
Don't get lost in the world's maze.
Save anda self.
Don't let yourself phase.......
