He sits with his head in his hands,
Shaking.
He needs somebody,
Anybody,
To talk to him.
To be there for him.
But nobody will.
He’s tired of life
But too scared of death
He wants to know people
But he’s too scared of getting hurt
He wants to be accepted
But he’s worried that he won’t.
He’s stuck.
Stuck with this life
Stuck with this mind
Stuck with this endless desire to be heard by those who don’t want to listen.
He needs to move forward.
Walk,
One foot, then the other.
And soon, he’ll be running off into the light of day.