Once upon a time a young man sat alone,
Scared to say a word for fear of what he'd done.
You see he was different
cast out from the crowd.
For the world had turned against him,
Or so it had seemed.

He turned every corner with his head hung low.
Walked all the halls with no one by his side.
Heard every remark meant to stay between two,
But soon they spread till every person knew.
He felt everything,until he went numb.

he wanted to disappear to simply,fade away,
never to see another lonely day.
But still he sat at that table alone,
wishing that someone,
anyone would come to his aid.

He gave up hope and he cursed every name,
until one night when he sliced his own vein.
He finally felt something even something with so much pain

again he replayed every ounce of hate,
he did it again and again until he bled even more.
Until his fragile head thumped against the cold hard floor