Clark Lee

He is sitting on the end of his bed, his head is in his hands. The tears fall from his face, He thinks to himself what could have i done to deserved this? His phone rings, its a text message from him. It takes all he has to read it. " I found another boy to love and i hope you can get over me" is what he reads. The words cut him deeper. He runs to the bathroom grabs the blade. As he is about to cut his wrists the bathroom door opens, its his mom. She grabs the blade from his hand and throws it. She grabs her little boy and begins to hug him and cries. She asked when did it come to this? Her little boy answers and says when hasn't it came to this? -cheyenne lynn carr