He was weak. Always so weak. And the worst part was, everyone thought otherwise because of his appearance. He had a strong and tall build and an even stronger voice. Yet he was weak. So weak that he couldn't protect himself from even his own thoughts. He often fantasized his own death, hoping it would happen somehow since he was too weak to do it himself. Over time, he grew more numb. His mind became more violent, but he showed the opposite to everyone else. They thought he was strong. They thought he was happy. Yet, when they turned away, the smile washed away from his face as it returned to a neutral and bored look. Then it happened. He finally grew so numb that he didn't even feel pain or fear anymore. That night, he left home. He went to the woods behind his house and slit his own wrists as he waited to bleed out. He wasn't weak physically. So everyone assumed he was strong. They never were allowed to see below the surface until it was too late. But with death brought new possibilities. In this life, he could become strong! He will do his best to not give into his depression this time.