I once saw a boy,
he was looking at me.
He had such a strange look in his eyes
that i couldn't help it.
I asked him: "What's wrong?"
He asked me: "Why do I have to be always the ugly one who gets hurt?"
His eyes were filled with water.
He took a razor blade out of his pocket.
He cut his wrists open.
I was looking at him when he fell down to the ground.
I was thinking: "It could have been me."
