A/N: This is a poem sort of drabble thingy about Jack. It's A/U, so it really has hardly anything to do with the movie.

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He was Alone,

Broken by those he trusted,

Crushed by his loved ones,

Driven into Depression

He felt Empty.

He has Fallen.

The Guardians left him.

He was Hollow.

He would Injure himself.

He Jumped.

He Killed himself.

He was not Loved.

He had no Memory.

New spirits replaced him.

He was Oppressed.

It took the Pain away.

He was Quiet.

They Ruined him.

He has Scars.

The Tears escaped.

Underneath, he had nothing.

No one heard his Voice.

The Wind howled for the lost boy.

He was just an eXtra responsibility.

He was too Young.

He had Zero friends.

His name was Jack Frost,

And he was Alone.