Tears spilled out of his eyes as he read the mean comments his haters had tweeted him. Maybe they were right, maybe he is worthless, maybe he should die, maybe if he killed himself the world would be a better place, those were his thoughts as he read each one, a dagger to his heart each time he read one.
He got up and walked towards the mirror, he stared, for a long time, the longer he stared the worse it got. He looked around and grabbed the sharpest thing he found, he slowly brought it to his wrist, ready to slice through it, but something stopped him, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't bring himself to do it. It made him feel weak, he felt like he couldn't do anything right.
He was lost, lonely, but he knew he had to stay strong for his beliebers. They were all he had left. He fell to the ground and closed his eyes, thinking about them. They were all that kept him going. They still haven't realised how much they mean to him. He could hear their screams from outside. He got up,again, and looked in the mirror,again, and wiped his tears, and opened the huge window, he waved to them, they screamed even louder, "I LOVE YOU" he shouted, a smile covering the hurt. He loved making them smile, he couldn't let them find out about how he felt, about the hurt, the pain, they made him feel better. He stepped back. Closed the window. His smile disappears, and is replaced with the pain and hurt that was there before. It was sad how people could do something like this to such a young, innocent, teenage boy. He covered up the pain whenever he wasn't alone. He was broken, but he never let anyone notice.
The music helped him, whenever he picked up a pen, he relaxed, it was a way to release his emotions, so whenever he felt down, he picked up a pen and paper and wrote. It was his escape.
I LOVEEEE YOUUU JUSTIN!!!! I decided to write the whole thing in third person, I think it sounds better that way.