Gaping,

The wound bleeds

Weeping for days past

Because he could not.

Hot red and angry

At the nothingness that is

Yet he cannot shed

One single tear.

It's not just the loss

Nor the guilt.

Of watching the light fade

And the shadows creep in.

No, it is the loneliness

Knowing that friends

Just aren't enough

Sometimes

The knife

Pressed deep against his flesh,

Helps. It helps,

Only for a while.

Because he cannot ignore it.

The inside screams in agony

The outside only whimpers.

Like a small child,

Almost there, but

Never quite reaching.

It's the story of his life.

Either never loved at all.

Or it's so fleeting

That it feels like it's nothing at all.

Only a bandage against

The many scars.

It's just,

He wondered why?

Why him?

Did they truly hate him?

Or was it a crippling fear,

As if he was a dragon

Burning away their

Normal.

What was that anyway?

Because he tried

So hard to get it,

Their approval. Praying

As a small child, wishing

To somebody up above

Couldn't somebody just save him?

And when he got it

His wish fulfilled

Magic, with a wave of a wand

Rescued him.

And yet, it wasn't them

He just felt lonelier

Then ever before

Before,

At least the hope

Did not exist

Now

He clings

onto something

And ending up

with nothing.