[suffering because of w.b.] 'The battle-line between good and evil runs through the heart of every man' . . Does it? Really? . . The rules that are carved into every heart. The rules that should never break. Those rules are crumbling. And so is he.. . . The boy that was made then discarded.. The boy that was taken in then thrown away.. The boy that only knows how to hide behind a smile.. The boy that is lost.. The boy that cry's alone... That same boy, who is not what he appears to be.. . . Living by the rules carved into his heart with venom.. Because it's what he knows and what he believes.. . . Hurt..? Keep smiling.. Boys..? Can't cry.. Happiness..? Is torture.. Friends..? Are enemies.. The world..? Is hell.. Death..? A sanctuary.. Family..? Doesn't exist Lost..? Stay that way.. Alone..? Deserve to be.. Broken..? Keep it inside..