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Tyler walked inside his house, throwing his bag on the kitchen floor. He ran up to his bedroom and just laid on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry. He wanted to be free. 

He groaned in frustration, he couldn't take this anymore, he just couldn't do it. 

He walked to his bedroom and set his stuff on his bed. He laid down, groaning into the mattress. 

He just felt so empty, but he had so much emotion he needed to get out, he wanted to cry. 

His eyes started to water, but he couldn't cry, crying would make him feel so much better, crying relieved stress, but no tears came out, nothing was coming out. He was getting so frustrated. Why couldn't he cry? Why couldn't he cry?

He laid down on his bed and just looked up at the ceiling. He sighed and just closed his eyes. 

He wasn't sure how much longer he could take. 

He laid on his bed and just put in earbuds, letting himself slip in the sound in the music. That was the one good thing about music, when it hits you, it never hurts. 

He closed his eyes, just letting sleep take over him. 

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Tyler was woken up a few hours later by his mom coming home. His heart started racing when he heard the door open, his playlist ended so there was no music playing through his earbuds. He sighed, sitting up and fixing himself. 

"Tyler?" he heard and then his door opened up, he turned around to face his mom, who just looked at him. "What was that about?" she asked him. "What got you that worked up?

Tyler just sighed. Maybe she would actually listen? 

"I just can't do it anymore mom.." he said in a soft voice, looking down, trying his hardest not to cry. He couldn't cry in front of his mom. It was silent for a few seconds before his mom spoke up again, "Do what?" she asked him. "School? Tyler, you have to go to school, it's the most important thing. School comes before everything." 

Tyler scoffed and shook his head, what? School was more important than his mental health?

"What was that?" she asked. 

"You know what, I don't want to talk to you, you'll never understand anyway," He said. "Just leave me alone." 

She shook her head. "Fine then Tyler, I don't know why you're like this all of the time!" She said angrily getting up, slamming the door. Tyler just sighed, grabbing his phone and going on netflix, putting on a random show just to pass time. 

As time went by, Tyler's siblings came home. They all sat at the table and did their homework, he could hear them talking and laughing. This made him so angry and frustrated, why couldn't he be apart of that? 

He just got up, and went to take a shower, it seemed the only things Tyler enjoyed doing was sleeping, showering, and listening to music. He stripped down and turned on the water. Sighing as it hit his back, he looked up, muttering out some of the lyrics he had written. 

"head tilted down, knees on the ground... and I will ask please... save me.."


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