You are no one.
Engraved in ink across his arm, he had hit bottom. Pathetic and lost. It had been the worst thing to happen to him and his own fault. Regrets he would have to live with the rest of his life.
No one to turn to, he’d kept anyone who pretended to be a friend at arm’s length. He’d confessed all in a stranger’s arms. No pretense. No expectations. Just truth. Written across her face, the same thoughts he had of himself.
It was easier. To admit he had thought of taking his own life. Knowing no one would miss him once gone. He knew he was not strong enough, he had been better off before living a lie. He did not know where to begin, to pull himself up and walk towards the light.
He had gotten what he had wished for all along, he was invisible.
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