As the night comes, the boy enters his bed where burdened thoughts lay dormant.
In this grave he lays and thinks, the darkness begins to grow and sinks.
He's reminding himself, "I can't give up. I can't give in."
But these nights have become routine, expecting it's only going to happen all over again.
Fatherless, loveless.
Walking on his own path of hardship the door of hope he holds starts to close.
His eyes fixated on pain, hatred and anger fueling the rage from his head to his toes.
Eager to meet the ends of his own misery.
Kneeled on the ground, staring into the skies.
Screaming for answers, tears falling from his sunken eyes.
Awaiting, his doors are locked.
Like a cold draft slithers through the window, an invading gloomy thought comes to greet his spirit.
He lays with his eyes closed shut, and whispers to himself.
"Maybe I'm meant to be alone."
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