Iris {Max Verstappen Hurt Fic}

Max finds solace in his pain. To heal, he must first acknowledge his childhood, and the abuse bestowed upon him.

Except: "His soul was hurting. He was like his trophy, broken in two. He was full of so many emotions that he couldn't identify. He was alone and bleeding and-and a failure. Max was a failure. He raised his hand and placed it back to his torn skin and rested his flesh against the blood. He cried out at the pain, but still he kept it there. He allowed the hurt to empty his thoughts of guilt and regrets."

Alternate Title: you bleed just to know you're alive