"I hate my life. I can't sit still for one more single day. I've been here waiting for something to live and die for...."
As Bill wrote the lyrics down, painting a picture of his insides on the paper, he couldn't help but start to cry. The tears were overdue anyway. Bill had been holding them back for about a week now. He promised himself he wouldn't cry but he just couldn't help it.
"You've seen my soul, I'm a nightmare. Out of control, I'm crashing...."
By now the paper was wet and stained with smeared, runny ink. Bill couldn't stop it now. He flung the pen and notebook across the room hearing the pen Clack! against the wall and pages flutter to the floor. The pain he felt was killing him.
Bill let himself fall onto the bed. Everything that had been happening lately was really stressing him out. He got into a big fight with his brother, he had been ignoring Bill for quite some time now, and Tom rarely ever looked Bill in the eyes anymore, or at all, for that matt