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April 7th, 2011
The troubles weighing down on his heart are not the troubles you ‘d expect.
Love, school, friendship. No that is not what fills this 10 year old’s mind.
Instead, his mind is filled with hate, depression, and abusive comments.
His heart is breaking with the repetition of the hatred bestowed upon him.
Daily he is told he is worthless and phrases like “Go to hell jack-ass”
and “Please die already.”constantly being shoved in his tear covered face.
April 6th, 2011
Zero seconds:
My hands scrape down the rocks as my body slides into the water
Feet first I fall slowly into the refreshing body of wetness.
Two seconds:
My head is submerged as I keep my mouth closed holding in air
My hair flows away from my head making me a medusa lookalike.
Four seconds:
My eyes start to slightly burn but I keep them open and stare
I stare at the bubbles from my dip, floating to the surface.
Six seconds:
My legs spread apart and make motions like a frog and move me down
My arms move instinctively like an airplane, to push down further.
Eight seconds:
I moved down and am still ok on air, I listen to the complete silence
The silence is unbearable so I think. I think of him.
Ten seconds:
I think of his smile and his hair, along with the way he held my hand
I remember catching lizards and singing in the hot tub.