Be Happy//5sos

One.

When you left it broke me. I feel alone even though I'm in a crowd of people. If you're not here I can't breathe.

[WARNING: TRIGGERING CONTENT]

Luke's POV

Some people can't stand gore and blood but to me, its what we are. A bag of walking blood. Without blood we wouldnt be alive.
That's why I enjoy watching the beads of blood form on my pale skin.

I hold the small blade to my skin and drag it slowly across my upper thigh. I watch as the small slice starts to well up with dark crimson and I let a weak smile form on my tear stained face.
A small drop of salty water runs down my face and lands close to the mark on my leg. I don't know how else to describe this feeling other than bliss.

I grab a damp cloth I had sat beside me and wiped both the tears and blood off my leg. It continued to bleed and my mouth formed a thin frustrated line. I dabbed the cut and it didn't bleed for about two seconds. I sigh and hold the cloth while walking to the other side of my small dark room.

I grab a small bag full off different items. Blades, a lighter, a packet of ciggarettes and large bandaids. I grab one of the bandaids and unwrapped it. I sat on my bed and stuck it over the mildly painful wound. I looked at the other cuts and they had all scabbed over. I observe the previous marks that had been left on my leg and they all were old scars.

Its because you left me alone.

Scars, it shows that once something had been touched with bad intention, it will never heal back to its previous state. Even if they were no longer visible, you still remember everytime you look at your body that it still happened.

You made it all alright.

For me, looking at my body made me feel ill. I don't see what others see. A million people could tell me I'm flawless but my opinion wouldn't change.

You were the only one that made me feel wanted.

My life isn't like your typical sad teen's. My parents love me. Divorced but still loving.
I have never been abused by them.
Not one insult have my parents forced upon me.
School is fine.
I don't get bullied.
I'm not friendless.
I'm just tired.

You were the only one who made me feel alive.

I sound like a spoilt brat, everything is fine but my head doesn't function like others. I hear things and I'm silently going insane. I try to block it out but really I make it worse. Some people call them demons but sometimes I refer to them as "the truth."

You were the only one who made me feel sane.

My name is Luke Hemmings and I cant breathe without you.

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New book?

I think yes!

If you can guess who left Luke, you'll get a part in the book :-))

-A