The Boy

He who hid in plain sight; full of smiles and laughter yet driven by pure loneliness. Afraid of extending his company to others, not willing to give open arms. Paranoid that those so-called "friends" will just cause more harm.

Disconnected from the world and all who embodies it. Wanting to speak his mind but people don't seem so fond of it. Not taking a listen, To him it's important but all they hear is "Tisk" "Tisk" "Tisk" so called pure ignorance.

The Boy is a "shadow," he has no appearance.
The Boy is alone, no one has the time to hear him.

And before you know it; The Boy is dead.
Gone and non-existent.

Watch the world and his so called friends say, "I wish I would have listened."

But it's too late.

The Boy... His name was Christian