#sonnywrites

[shut-up-its-sonny]

Hurt.

He needs to find help.

He needs to find someone to help him. He can't breathe.

Is he having a panic attack?

He's not sure what brought this... feeling to light but he needs help and he can't seem to call out for it.

Would anyone even care?

He's broken, sobbing on the kitchen floor at three am; no one is going to come for him, he knows this.

Why would they anyway? No one likes him, they simply tolerate him. Why would he ever think they like him? He's needy and self centered, he knows they all think he's not the most important side, he sees it every day in their eyes when they need to have discussions.

And look at him now, fallen to the floor trying to suppress the neverending tears because he doesn't want anyone to see him like this. Well that's what he tells himself, deep down he wants someone, anyone, to notice how... sad he is.

Maybe that's why he decided to break down in a common area.

It's pathetic. He's pathetic.

He can't even muster up the will to get up and go back to his room, so he lays there until the stream of tears stop and stickley dries to his cheeks.

He's hollow, no more tears no cry, no emotions to come forth.

He gets up off the floor and only manages to trudge his way to the couch, he lets himself fall on it and blankly stares at the dark room; he curls in on himself, maybe that will help his chest from breaking open.

He needs help.

But he knows no one is coming.

Because no one cares.