Patrick's P.O.V
(Warning: this story will mention suicide and cutting)

I can't take it anymore.
My eyes started to get watery, I felt like crying, but I knew I couldn't, if someone saw me they would freak out and I don't want that to happen

I've been dealing with depression for the last few years, people hate me, no one really cares about me, only the Fall Out Boy members, or maybe they're just pretending to care, not even my wife cares, that's why she wants divorce, who can blame her? I'm just ugly and fat, no one can ever love me.

I hear the door open, I see Pete walk with a smile on his face, I try to fake a smile, "we're performing in less than five minutes, we should go." He said, I nodded, my eyes were still watery, I tried to wipe my tears away without him noticing.
"Patrick, is everything okay?" Pete asked
Fuck