Nothing but scratches on his back and smoke rings coming out of his mouth.
He didn't seem to care, when he showed up late to school.
Replying late to text messages and sometimes forgetting to reply, at all.
I never knew what he felt, or whatever he was going through.
For some fucking reason, he never got close to me.
Whenever I asked him whats wrong he said: "I'm an open book".
But I don't think he was.
He had all these thoughts inside his head but he would never say them out loud.
I don't think someone will ever know him or what he was feeling.
And I keep wondering how someone could live like this.
