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.
