the flickering flame of a candle stands burning brightly against the pitch black walls of his room

feeling nothing running his hands over that flame hoping, just hoping that maybe he can feel the warmth or even the pain
but again, day after day the feelings never come back, try as he might he can't fix himself

going numb to every feeling and emotion, a broken and hollow shell, his headphones in just going from point A to B
surviving each day by barely containing the thoughts he holds at bay, but eventually as they always do,
they creep in

consuming his thoughts and his mind,
slowly over time everything starts to get darker

those voices in his head telling him the things he didn't have the heart to believe before

useless, a waste, disappointment, worthless, better off dead

all these words sticking to him like a memory that just won't fade
until finally he gives in, he let's his walls down and let's all the thoughts roam freely

he sees himself sinking into an abyss, the waves rolling over the surface just out of reach, tumbling under the currents,
the Crack and flash of the barrel of his dad's old gun,
and finally he sees one that feels like more than a memory

he sees himself stepping off the ledge of the highest point he can find, falling freely
and finally he feels something,

a sense of content washes through him, seeing the concrete rising up fast,

it all goes black.