"This is a story 'bout a broken boy with his headphones in just to block out the noise of everybody around him telling him the way to go." I'm broken and I love to where headphones to block out the noise of everybody around me because they're fake and my bullies and I wonder "What have I done to them?" "Why can't they leave me alone?" They're the reason of my depression after the death of one of my brothers. Before that I never got bullied even tho we were never in the same school since he was older than me. I miss him and a great friend of mine, my friend was real and not made of plastic, I couldn't hang with my brothers since they had friends over and my younger sister was at her friends house so, he would hangout with me, besides my brother he was my Angel and someone I never wanted to leave me, but he moved. I used to get bullied and picked on, now I don't, but I know it'll happen again I can't have high hopes in school or church. I don't really trust anyone in those two places anymore.