Problems Will this every go away Will we ever be okay With my problems And yours So similar but we can never compare We both lay in the dark alone We both cry ourselves to sleep Our problems never have a ending in sight, And we both wish we'd be alright We both fight #depression daily We both wish we could be skinnier You wish to take my pain away And I beg to take yours We are so fit for each other But we have so many flaws And that's why I love you Even though I'm fat Even though I have acne Even though I may not talk right You make me feel alright Because a pretty girl like you I need.

Here's My Story: Don't Judge Please I've been through alot. From kindergarten to the six grade, I've always been suspended for defending myself and standing up against my bullies. When I was born, I had RSV (Respiratory System Virus). Doctors had to inject steroids into me to advance my organs to handle the virus. That saved my #life but made my #life hell.. The steroids made my body develop 3 years faster then my actual age. So I'd be 5 and look 8. So I was always a target for bullying. Now I'm the kinda guy that'll give the shirt off my back for you. So even though I was so big, people would come after me. For years in elementary school, I'd refuse to go to school because of the torment. Oh, also my speech. I could never talk right and still can't. That's why I rather write then speak, cause then, I won't have to repeat myself and express myself accordingly. My parents were both Air Force, so I moved every 4-5 years. Gave me a restart in #life, but I seem to never get it right. I dealt with the bullying till 7th grade.... My father joined the Air Force when he was 17, got all the way to a buck sergeant, then went back to school to be a officer. He had gotten deployments to Kuwait and Iraq before, but they always got canceled. But in 2010, his 365 finally went through. He went to New Mexico for training, than to New Jersey. His job was to inventory equipment and close and open bases. (Pretty much all I can tell you). So he always was out of the green zone in a helicopter going from base to base. During his time overseas, I made a couple mistakes in my #life. One involving a girl and texting. Another involved a spoiled little girl that told her dad I hit her, her dad threatened to kill me, called me a retard (because of my speech), had a kid sucker punch me to where my lip got stuck under my braces and tore my lip open pretty bad. Oh, and the best, I was told many times my dad was coming home in a casket and going to hell. It got to the point if my dad didn't call after four our time, I'd cry because he was prolly getting bombed. The main reason why he couldn't come to the phone most of the time. At the end of my 7th grade year, my dad came home and I thought it'd all end. But the torment started up where it left it first day of 8th grade year. I left my middle school and did ECOT. But people still got through. There was one point my block list on Facebook was as long as my friends list. End of 8th grade year, I went back for football. Did my state testing, scored better than my class. Went onto high school, still no end in site. I suffer from axiety, major mood swings, #depression, and un-diagnosed Bi-polar (if they diagnosed me, I'd be put on medication and could never be a cop nor be in the military). I had no friends freshman year and honestly still don't. Everyone wants a piece of me. But I mean its high school right?

I'm Sick I wish to just lay And look up at my past Maybe that reflection will by my last Who am I joking? No matter the pills I pop The slits I cut Or the #poems I write My past will stay be on my shoulders The jokes of a angel on one shoulder And the demon on the other Is just a bunch of shit I got two demons, No Angels in sight Got misery on my left Regret on my right But they will never leave me I wanna serve my country But weight and strength Is against me I wanna be the real super hero Those 365s my daddy did It's my turn to take the year Year of being shot at Blown up Yelled at I'm sick And no pills are gonna help me out.

Survival Of The Fittest Chapter 1 January 20th, 2017, at 11:59AM, our new president Pavel Makarov, our first Russian president is sworn into office. I sit on my parent's couch, just shaking my head. Not even four years ago, everyone despised Russians because of the Boston Bombing. But now, everyone is cheering. He didn't even swear in on the Bible, he swore in on the Quaron. Mr Makarov walks up to the microphone for his speech. "This day marks a day for change, a day for revenge." My front door is than kicked down and in taken down by three spetnaz guards. As I'm being handcuffed, I stare up to the TV to hear the rest of his speak. "In Russia, our children had to fight against one another, for basic necessities! My first act as President of The United States, is to play a little game. Everyone over the age of 18, shall be "escorted" to a camp, where you shall watch your children fight other children from different cities. When your kid dies, so do you. Five cities from each state will survive, Have fun!

The Supporter Now I see How hard it is to be a supporter Swore I'd never be Because I myself find it hard To move along And let go of the #depression It kills me to see her tears Knowing I can't do anything I just hope, She knows my faith to her Is strong enough To grab the blades out of her hands To kiss the scars till they dissolve It's hard to be the supporter, But I love her....