Liam was struggling. He knew it and so did everyone else. He hated it to the point where he cried most nights wondering if tomorrow was even worth seeing. Could he be helped when everyone he knew had given up on him? He wanted to yell or break something but deep down, a force kept him from moving. All he could do anymore was lay in the darkness of his room. He would curse everything wishing that his soul had been taken in the night. He just didn’t want to be afraid anymore. He was tired of drowning.
