He hated himself for being weak.
Everytime he messes things up, he punishes himself secretly.
Secretly, because he knows he'd be called names if they knew.
Calling him weak because he punishes himself.
Stupid, beacause he dosent know how to move on.

He grew to hate this world, but he still loved one thing: He loves the rain.

it soothes out the pain inside his aching heart.
The rain is always there whenever he lies to himself.

He wears that beautiful smile that makes girls swoon in the light, but has those painful eyes in the dark.

He's always there whenever he gets into trouble.
Supporting him, encouraging him, making him feel loved.
He thought he knew everything but . . he thought wrong.
He dosent know everything.
 

He dosent know the painful nights, the silent cries, the soft wimpers, the anger, the shouts, the pain, and ofcourse, the things he does to himself.
He dosent know a single thing.

All he wants is to fix him.
All he wants is to disappear in the cold rain.

Will their fate turn out for the better?
Or will it be for the worse?