Sometimes, I can swear he looks right through me when I talk to him. As if he were stuck in his own little world and just can't escape. And other times, his lips will say "I'm fine" while his eyes tell me "I want to die."
Everything about him contradicts its self. I wonder what goes through his head when he tells me off, because, deep down, I don't think he really wants me to leave him alone. And I don't want to take the risk of finding out what happens if I do.
So I am just the boy who will sit with him in the rain, who will smile at him every five minutes, who will walk by his side and never leave it. I'm just the boy, the only boy who will care about his lost soul. And maybe he'll come around someday.
I can only hope.