13355.) Sometimes when I really need someone to talk to. They don't listen, they care too much about their own problems
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Tonight,
Lately, my younger brother who is in middle school has been really sick. Throwing up, crying, and of course, he stays home. Well, today things started to unfold when my mom got a call from one of my brother’s teacher’s saying that she had some work for him and that she had noticed a few boys picking on my brother lately. After speaking with my mom for about half an hour, my mom went to my brother and asked him what was going on at school. He replied “nothing”. She let it go for the moment, but continued to ask him through out the day. He finally broke down, screaming and crying, telling my mom that he sits alone at lunch. And that people he thought were his friends treat him like crap and that no one speaks to him. He said that he had no friends, and that everyone in his class makes him look stupid in front of everyone. He said that they bully him, and they call him fat, and they steal his lunch money.
He then begged my mother not to send him back.
My mother is exactly like him when it comes to things like this, she sat there and bawled right along with him. I wish I could actually feel how he was feeling, so I knew the right things to say to him, but I don’t. And I know that’s why he’s been so sick, he’s torn apart.
I never had a hard time making friends, I have never had to sit alone at lunch. I never had to deal with people picking on me in that way, I mean of course I had my being made fun of moments, but who doesn’t? I have always had confidence in myself, and what I do. I’m outgoing, fun, and very in your face. (sometimes). I just can’t even fathom what he must feel.
I keep telling him that these people aren’t worth it, and to go find new friends. Just go talk to people. But he justs tells me no one will talk to him. It tears me apart seeing the pain on his face.
I have never felt so much hurt for my brother. He’s my little brother, and I need to protect him.
I just wish he had more of me in him, I wish that so bad.
But he isn’t me, he is a completely different person. I just wish I knew what to say.
I love your brother. i will kill those kids.
Roses From My Friends- Ben Harper
I could have treated you better
But you couldn’t have treated me worse
But he who laughs last
is he who cries first
Sometimes I feel I know strangers
better than I know my friends
Why must a beginning
be the means to an end?
The stones from my enemies
these wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
the roses from my friends
When the last word has been spoken
and we’ve beared witness to the final setting sun
All that shall remain is a token
of what we’ve said and done
When all we’ve had has been forsaken
And distant church bells no longer ring
That’s the sound of a heart taken
and the story of tears from a king
The stones from my enemies
these wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
the roses from my friends
This may be the last time I see you
Forgive me for holding you close
This may be the last time I see you
So of this moment I will make the most
This may be the last time I see you
But if you keep me in your heart
together we shall be eternal
If you believe
we shall never part
The stones from my enemies
These wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
the roses from my friends
