The Perfect One

I'm lost. I've lost count of how many hours I've been listening to the sound of the waves. I want it to take me far away, to a place where I can't hear the sound of my thoughts, where I can't see them shaping into little monsters, dragging me into a dark deep hole. I'm lost. This morning I spent a whole hour looking in the mirror asking myself 'how would my life be if I weren't me?'. I've been hearing voices lately telling me that "This world doesn't need another failure" and that I'm a waste of space. I'm lost and the sound of the waves didn't take me away. The story of a depressed teenager trying to change himself continues.