There was a boy, who everyone thought was a loser, was an outcast and that didn't have any reason to be where he is at. He always smiled, but did he actually mean it ? The answer is no he didn't he smiled because he didn't want any one to know how he actually felt, which was like no one really cared about him like if one day he just disappeared, no one would bother looking for him, no one would miss him and that the world would be better place with out him. He wishes he could find one person. he wishes he could find someone who did really cared that would tell him he is not a waste of space, a waste of oxygen, tell him not to give in to the voices in his head he has given in a few times. Each voice has a name one is called self-harm it tells him to cut or anything that would make him feel a little better at least for a while. Another one is called depression it tells him everyday that he is worthless that he doesn't fit in and everything he touches end up broken
