He just wants to be cared about. He just wants to be himself around his parents yet he can't. Not anymore. He just wants to be able to talk to his friends without crying inside but he can't. He wants to be able to express everything that's on his mind, he just can't seem to find the words. He wants love yet once he gets it he fucks everything up. He pushes the one he wants away to the point where he'll never get them back. He knows he shouldn't but he can't help it. He puts on his sarcastic and bitchy attitude to keep people away when really he wants them close. Its his way of showing that he needs help yet doesn't say anything about it. He breaks down in his room thinking about the stress that weighs him down. Stress caused by his words he has spoken. Caused by the way he treats people around him. Caused by the way that life seems to crumble when he thinks he has everything under control. No matter how hard he tries nothing goes right for him. He hates to complain about his life in front of people because he knows that someone else in the world has it worse. His own friends have it worse. He puts them in front of himself because that's who he is. He needs them to be happy even when he's not. He doesn't want the people he loves to feel the way that he feels. He doesn't want them to feel the horrible Sadness. Its a dark and lonely road that doesn't seem to end. He wants to be the opposite of that. He wants to be the light at the end of the tunnel. He wants to be the road that leads them to happiness. That leads them to what they need, even if it means prolonging fulfilling his own. That's why he sucks it up when he's feeling down. That's why he doesn't show his emotions at school. That why when anyone asks if he's OK he simply says:
"I'm fine."
