Why did they always shun him?

Push him away?

What had he done wrong?

Was it so wrong that he lived, breathed?

His tears still fell to the earth below.

He always felt so alone.

He had no one to comfort him.

It was just him, all alone.

They didn't know how their words hurt him,

How his tears were like the blood of any wound.

They never realized that he had feeling too.

He had them; they just lie deeper in him than most others' emotions.

His tears were like the blood of wounds,

Not physical wounds,

But emotional.

He wiped his eyes and looked around him.

Still alone.

Would he always keep telling himself this?

That he was

Still alone?

A/N: I was thinking of Gaara and Naruto when I wrote this. I hope you like it! Please review!