Disclaimer: I don't own BTR or the song.

Songfic from the song F**kin' Perfect by P!nk

I didn't post the lyrics, because the story was only based off of the song.

This song honestly made me break down crying.

Logan POV

"Anyone want lunch?" I yelled, trying to see if there was someone in the house. No response. I checked every room quickly. It was my daily routine, I was used to what I have to do. I went into the washroom, holding the knife. I had earlier been to the gym, and I couldn't lift 150 yet. I could only bench 100. I wasn't good enough. I never would be.

I shut and locked the door, sitting down in the bathtub. I thought about all the problems in my life.

I wasn't as strong as the rest of the guys. I was small and frail.

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I would never compare in looks. I had only asked out one girl, with the help of my friends.

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Kendall said he loved me, but he couldn't. There was nothing special about me. I was just that kid that no one cared about.

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I was too dependent. I could never do anything without other people.

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My own parents hated me, with every bit of their bodies. They didn't care what I did or what happened to me.

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I started to cut the word 'Perfect' in my arm. I was at the 'f' when the door swung open.

"Logan?" came from Kendall's mouth. He dropped to his knees. "L-logan, what are you doing?"

I silently stared at him, a tear slipping from my eyes. I willed myself not to cry. I couldn't cry. Another reason I'm worthless. I'm a wimp. I cry too often for a guy.

He took the knife out of my hands. "H-how long?"

I stared at him, another tear seeping out.

"L-logie, tell me. How long? W-why didn't you tell us?"

I felt like I was mute. I couldn't say anything.

"W-we could have helped you."

I found my voice through an emotionless chuckle. "You couldn't help me change myself into what I want to be. You can't help with that. No one can."

He lunged forward, enveloping me in a hug.

"I-I never thought…I don't know what to say. You always looked so happy." He said quietly.

"It was my escape. The pain was getting to me." I told him.

"Is it because of the pressure of the band?" he asked. "we can go back to Minnesota, if you would be better there." He said, pulling away from the hug to look at me in the eye.

"Minnesota would mean my parents. That house was a hell-whole. I'm better here than I ever have been."

"B-but we've lived here for a year. Y-you cut in Minnessota?" he asked, also crying now.

I nodded, too afraid to look at him. He was going to leave. He was going to call me a psycho.

"P-please don't cut anymore. I-I'll do anything."

I shook my head. "I don't know if I can stop."

He picked up the knife I was using and pressed it against his palm, and soon there were drops of blood on the tiles of the floor.

"What are you doing?" I yelled at him.

"If you can't, I can't. I'm going to help you through this, Logie." He said.

I nodded slowly.

"I love you, Logie." He said to me.

"I love you too."

"Never leave me."

"why?

"what do you mean? I love you and I can't even imagine a life without you."

"but there are so many guys better than me. Why me? Why pick me? There are so many guys better looking, smarter, stronger and just all around better than me. Why me?" I asked him, bracing myself for the response.

He pulled me into a tight hug. "I love you Logan. Never doubt that. I would give up everything for you." He said.

He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, then softly sang.

"Pretty, pretty please

If you ever, ever feel

Like you're nothing,

You're fucking perfect

To me"

I hoped you enjoyed the story. The song is too solemn for me to have made a witty disclaimer, that's why this one was plain.

This is an amazing song, so if you haven't heard it yet, go listen to it.