Depression a self inflicted wound. a man hiding behind the facade of a fake smile
Chains closing him off from others
His heart is cold like stone. He lies forever yearning the touch of another yet his heart is closed. the fool is loved but never gets to be loved.
He does it to himself never meaning too but he can't seem to help himself, inflicting more wounds each more grievous than the last.
Unless he breaks his chains he will be consumed by his own self loathing. Blind to the light that will set him free.