we'll sing a chorus

*

his hair is a mess.
he hasn't changed his clothes in weeks.
he hasn't eaten. much.
extremely skinny.
still lonely.
still afraid.
confused.

you're so ugly.

he looks in the mirror.

take a second to look at yourself.

"i think i look-"

ugly!!!

you finally figured something out!

now to figure out what the hell you're doing with your awful, disgusting, piece of sh!t life.

he starts to cry.

SUCK IT UP!

"stop yelling at me!!"

I'M ONLY IN YOUR HEAD YOU IDIOT!!

he's sobbing.

don't even try to talk bad about me or interru-

"i'M NOT!!"

tyler.

what a horrible name for a horrible person.

you suck!

"at least i still have hope.."

what was that tyler?

hope?

who-

hi tyler. i write on his mirror.

he looks at my words and smiles.

"hi hope."