*Colby's pov*
I have a fear of falling apart... And that fear gets stronger as the hate gets bigger. I open twitter everyday to see more hate. I'm sorry that I can't please everyone. I wasn't made to please everyone. Everyday I fall even more. It's getting bad. I'm never happy anymore.... I'm afraid to post anything anymore. Whenever I do there's millions of hate in the comments instantly. These words are knifes that often make scars. I cry. It's bothering me so bad I cry behind closed doors. I wear hoodies and long sleeve shirts to hide the scars. I wear bracelets on my wrists when I wear short sleeved shirts. I'm afraid nowadays. What if I find myself dying from my reaction to the pain? These words are killing me on the inside, forcing me to be depressed on the outside. What am I supposed to do? I can't handle this anymore honestly. I don't have anyone to tell... I can't tell Sam... He's too important to me to bring him into my mess. I can't tell any of the other boys because... They won't listen. Nobody will listen. Nobody cares. I'm sorry....
