I inhaled the sorrows of the world and exhaled my very own happiness. Like a deflated ball, I'm losing myself, my functions, my purpose. I question my existence. The emptiness and hollowness in my chest reminds me I'm not whole, with three quarters of my will to live vaporizing through these open wounds. I took a deep, hard breath. The bullies are waiting for me to come out. I don't ever want to leave my house but I'll have to face them eventually. I may be empty inside but that does not mean I have space for them to dump all their anger and unhappiness inside me. I slid my fingers through my hair, tensed my hands and grabbed my head. I want to scream but I do not want my loved ones to see me like this. Tears cascaded down my cheeks. Time is ticking. It won't be long till the sun rises and I'll have to go to school. Maybe if I'm shattered enough my soul will finally be set free. The wolves howled in empathy and the moon frowned in disapproval. I'm sorry. I've had enough.  I'm broken beyond repair. I'm useless and I need to be discarded from this world sooner or later. I looked out of my window. Dear star, if I could just make one last wish, can I ask that everyone will be just a little kinder?

Everything is pitch-black, I can't see what's around me. I could only touch and feel. And it's so silent that the sound of every movement I make is disturbingly magnified. I felt my way to the window and there were glitters hovering before me. People say that stars are always shining for you, helping you through, but the light they emit altogether is barely enough for me to see hope. I know that the stars are there for me but they're so out of reach so what's the point? You just stand there and watch me bleed. And when will the sun come out so that I will stop shivering? It's been an eternity since I last felt warm. Besides, I needed the heat to evaporate the ocean in my eyes. It's all cyclones and tornados in my life, everything's messed up and my time is running out. How long more can I last?

I kept waiting and waiting for the sun to rise. For when there is light, I might be found and saved.

I have access to a million getaways
But I want to go to none of them today
What's the point of money
When you can't even be happy

I've heard a thousand songs
But none of them could write out what my heart longed
What's the point of these sounds
When you can't even hear your heart pound

I have a hundred followers on Twitter
But none of them know me any better
What's the point of the many stars above
When they can't even light up your path on earth