• A boy who walks these streets alone,

    looking for someone to play with...

    Anyone...

    The world just ignores him and leave him to be..

    The boy soul cries..

    He get's bullied...

    He's been humilated infront of everyone...

    Sorrow engraves to his emotion..

    Silence was broken from the sound of the drip of his tears...

    A heart builds up with full of hatred..

    To the boy it wasn't his heart..

    It was just a heart shape object, nothing more nothing less.

    His soul will keep crying quietly, sorrowing his so called heart till it dies.

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    The alone boy's joyness converts to pain at each angle.

    He will live on his day's full of sorrow, no joyness will come.

    He know's this by his instinc, a cold tingly vibe down his body.

    The alone boy will not cry anymore, pain will cause him to clog up his tears as toture.

    He will just be sad, and lonely till the pain disspears.

    His devolushied soul decease of any type of joy, almost as if the end has came.

    He stares out a shattered window into a veiw of a world that he now hated.

    Shall he ever become a normal person? Shall he take back his words of hating the world?

    No one knows, no one can really help this type of pain.
    A pain that is not treatable, a pain that can't be eased.

    A dead path that wasn't chosen by him.

    He soul shall bleed to death, yet the boy can't help it.

    This is the end, the end of thinking that joy will ever come...