Shattered. Shattered. Shattered…
That's exactly what he was, that's exactly what he had become, and it's exactly what he had done…
Shattered.
He had been pushed, he had been shoved, he had been broken, he had been buried, and he had been forgotten. He was forced into oblivion, forced into madness, and he had crumbled. There was no redemption for him, he wasn't exhumed; he was not cared for nor thought of. He was pushed aside as if he was dead, no… Not even that anymore. He was pushed aside as if he were nothing… Completely, utterly, and absolutely nothing… But, then again you don't really need to shove aside nothing do you? Because that's just what it is. Nothing. And, apparently that's what he was too… Nothing.
It's as if he were a mirror, he reflected what they didn't want to see, the truth. And so, he was dropped, he broke, and as if he would bring bad luck through his scattered remains, he was thrown away. Then forgotten… you'd think someone would care about that broken mirror, try to repair it or something… Well, actually, who would want to repair a mirror that is shattered, if they could just get a new one? Could you even do that with people? Apparently so…
Maybe a person who didn't have enough money to buy a new mirror, would want to repair the old one. But even if they didn't have the money, they would still throw him away. Because they were just waiting for him to crack, so they had an excuse to dispose of him. Wipe him off the face of the Earth and completely rid the world of him. They wouldn't let Heaven, or even Hell for that matter, take him. He was suffering in silence, darkness, nothing…
There's that word again. Nothing. That's what he was slowly becoming, shattering, crumbling, falling, spiraling, rotting, breaking, into nothing… He could no longer laugh in the light of day and he could no longer run with the wind; he could no longer speak with confidence strummed into his voice. If he even had a voice anymore. And it's not like he'd ever done any of those things more than twice before anyway. He didn't even know what happiness was anymore, in fact, he never knew true happiness. All he knew was grief, sadness, and heart ache…
He had no one to live for, no one to live for him, no one to love, no one to call to, no one to hear, no one to love him. He was never free, he was never happy, he was never loved, he was never wanted, he was never seen, he was never noticed, he was never heard. He was never saved…
This is all he ever had, and it was just what he was, nothing… Wait, I'm wrong. He had one thing. Someone to be saved from. And that was it; that was exactly it. Still nothing, still shattered, still un-loved, still broken, still crumbling, Still falling, still dying…
Until now…