11:43 PM

Silence is what he hates. It reminds him that he’s never good enough to have someone there to fill the silence and make things worth listening to.

12:23 AM

Alone is what he is. He’s gone through useless relationships that end in black and blue from head to toe and no one to help soothe the pain.

1:57 AM

Tired. He’s always tired. No amount of sleep will rid the never ending lull of sleep that weigh down his body and make it hard to move.

2:36 AM

Empty. That’s all he is. The people in the past have taken what he has and he’ll never get anything back to help fill the void left in his chest.

3:04 AM

Worthless is what he is. It’s carved in his skin. On his wrists. On his thighs. On his stomach. Written on his body like a tattoo. Only a blade is what makes it permanent, not a needle.

4:17 AM

Hopelessness is what he feels as he watches the sun rise. It shouldn’t come up this early, yet it’s there, reminding the poor boy he’s stayed up way too late again.

5:30 AM

His alarm blares out, angry red number flashing, telling him to wake up, though he’s already up, cleaning himself of the blood and tears that have appeared on his body. He turns it off, sighing as another day of hell begins only to end in hell.