You Can't Escape The Past

,,Make it stop." He repeated over and over again, eyes closed shut.

,,Make it stop make it stop make it stop- Make it stop!"

Rolling on his bed. Sweaty. Scratching his arms, drawing blood. This is what he got for ignoring the growing pain, all the warning signs he overlooked. He wasn't strong, he was an idiot- an utter idiot, trying to make himself function. There's only so much pressure one can handle. This was it- the breaking point.