You see the scars on his skin

But what's hiding deep within

He's scared

He feels weak

He thinks no one cares

The knife lays

Right in his icy hand

On a throne

Full of lies

_

Oikawa sat in his room on the floor. Why am I even here? Twirling a pocket knife in his dominant hand, he stared at the phone in his other. A text lit the screen at that very moment. Iwaizumi texted again...

How are you holding up?

Answer me.

Oikawa!

So he actually cares? He didn't before. Oikawa and Iwaizumi have been friends for years. Yet, Iwaizumi never acted like he was actually close to Oikawa. It just didn't happen.

Iwaizumi sat in his lonely living room, head in his hands. He's not answering! Why isn't he answering?! It's happened before, everytime they lose a game. They lost the finals. The last game they could play in high school. They were so close; just a few points away. But they lost. They lost, and Tooru blames himself again. He does it every time. He thinks because he's the captain, all the blame goes to him. But it doesn't! It never will. Iwaizumi has tried, again and again to get that through his thick skull.

Iwaizumi snatched his phone up from the table, ready to send him another text. It vibrated.

I'm Fine

Are you?

Yes

I won't believe it til I see it. Tooru, Hajime's stupid, idiotic best friend, is a professional when it come to hiding. No one can tell the lie that is so clear. He isn't fine! He never was. The smiles, so fake. How can No One tell? Tooru has been diagnosed with Manic Depression, sometimes he's good, most times he's not.

I'll be over in a few minutes.

In his kingdom stood his army

His battalion full of clay

And from that clay

He won many people

Who never noticed

Where the clay was

A knock came from the main room, Tooru never noticing, being to occupied with the red that slid down his arms. It was my fault. We could have won if I was good enough. He never noticed the quiet click of the back door being unlocked. Or the thud of shoes hitting the hallway floor. But he did notice the banging on his bedroom door, knocking him out of his deep thoughts. Tooru looked up, panicking because blood was all over him and the floor.

"Oikawa!" Hajime began, "Open the door!" Tears filled Tooru's eyes, knowing it was only a matter of time before the door opened. Quickly shuffling around, he searched for something to clean up with. But it was too late. The door swung open and there stood Hajime. His friend's eyes narrowed, seem to glare at the red on his arm, covering the floor, and especially the small but sharp pocket knife laying on the floor.

_

In his castle

Sat one person

Who know every lie

Every piece of clay

Understood every scar

And everything he said

What was meant behind it

His fear of falling

Of failing

And yet...

And yet he stayed

_

Hajime feared this, that he would walk in on this again. That Tooru would relapse. And yet... I left him home alone.