There once was a boy. Who was always abused, bullied at school for being a little different. He cried everyday and locked himself in the bathroom, just wanting the pain to go away. At home it wasn't any better. His father would hit him and his mother was addicted drugs. Every night he cried himself to sleep, waiting for the night that he wouldn't wake up. Forever asleep. He met another boy, with a life like his own. They became friends, but it didn't last. The other boy had seen no other escape and painted his wrists with the colour of crimson blood. That boy never woke up from his slumber last night. A bottle of pills beside his bed, showing he left in no pain. Forever gone, with the boy that he loved.
