There was once a boy. He wasn't anything special. He avoided direct eye contact with anyone if he talked, so people couldn't see the pain in his eyes. He hid in his hoodies, he didn't go anywhere without his headphones in, when he walked he always looked at his feet. The demons in his head have told him that he is worthless a waste of spar and his favorite every problem his little sister and his best friend goes through is all his fault. He holds his feelings in and bottles them up until they blow up and he takes it out on himself. He cuts he hates his own gut because he can't do anything right. He just gives up and doesn't even try to fight the demons in his head. He gives them control. They change his personality, they slowly reinvent him as this person full of self hate and depression and a bunch of other stuff
