There was a war, that never ending inside his head. He had a demon that knew his name and kept him awake at night. He smiled as if nothing was wrong, but in every nights, I could see the heavy weight of his shadows, drowning in a grief that had no bottom. He called life “Hard Reality” and treated hope like a fool’s errand. While searching for proof that he was worth saving, he became the very reason he could not escape. I watched him fade away, little by little. Even before he lost love, he lost faith in himself. He listened to the cruel voices of the demon and called them “The Truth”, never realize that demon only lies about the things it fears. He didn’t want a savior, just wanted to be able to look at himself with love without reading the map of his past scars. My God, if he only knew how special he was…His kindness and his quiet, charming heart were his greatest rebellions. I wanted to tell him “Pain was not your name. You don’t have to bleed everyday just to stay alive” One day, the world see him through the smoke, and he will finally see who he really is. On that day, he will find the door. I won’t be in the front row then, but I will be standing by the door, clapping for him as he finds his way out.