B R E A T H E

six.

weeks.

seven days, twenty-four hours in each day. weeks. he hasn't gone to school in a matter of weeks. why hasn't he gone? he was too tired he'd guess. he'd been crying for days now, it wasn't from troye or the incident that was yesterday, it was from all these pent up emotions that he refused to let out. it all came out in a waterfall of tears that would never stop, never end no one came to check on him, then again no one knew where his dorm was, even if they did the still wouldn't come.

no one cared for him anymore. 

it was times like this, when all he had were depressing thoughts running through his mind, that he was still young. he wishes that he was still that six year old boy with a mop of messy hair that ran through a low pressured sprinkler with nothing but joy in his eyes. 

he longed for happiness. 

but as always whenever he tried to become happy the darkness scratched and pulled at anything that was bright and happy. told him that he didn't need happiness. but instead of fighting for it again.

he believed them. 

his ever lasting demons that he called darkness, won. but this time he wasn't going to fight, he was too tired. every part of his body was numb, he was turning to stone again. there wasn't any will or force, there wasn't anything to drive for. his demons took that. his face was pale and his evergreen eyes were faded. he was back to the hardened adult that life made him out to be. 

did he really think that he was going to become happier? 

naive, that's what's happening to him. he's becoming naive. he really thought that this light that he called troye would pull him away from his demons, save him. he really believed that he would be able to open up and talk to the blue eyed boy and become this happy go lucky man. he had known that he would come down from his happiness high but he didn't care at the time. now he lies in bed, crumbled with his tear-stained pillow.

'maybe i'll never become happy'