Suffering each and every day of his life.
I can see in his eyes.
Hear it in his voice.
He wants to escape.
He wants to be set free.
He doesn't want to be where he is.
Trapped like a prisoner.
But he's innocent.
Never committed any crime.
He went to sleep.
Thinking he was going to die.
Thinking that maybe that’s what he wanted.
To stop all the pain.
Weeks later.
He woke up.
Upset and angry.
Not sure why he even made it through.
Now he still suffers.
Still upset.
Still angry.
For things aren't the way he wants
"When will this stop?" he asks.
People ordering him to do things to stay here.
In a place that only causes him pain.
"I don't want to take all this medicine!" he begs.
He wants to escape.
"You have to or you'll die," mother tells him.
Can't you see?
It's hard to accept it.
But hear his words.
"Then let me die then."