Sterile white walls.

  A broken television.

  The food tastes nice.

  Here, a man waits to die.

  His life? wasted.

  for no one loves him

  and he loves no one in return.

  An endless cycle of abandonment.

  Childhood was simple.

  A kid borrows a pencil

  that doesn't get returned.

  Or a one sided promise to play

  gets ignored.

  And he himself would soon be ignored.

  Growing up things would change.

  kids will be kids.

  but the only thing that changed

  was the severity of trust broken.

  what was once insignificant

  grew

  and grew

  until a pencil turned into money.

  until a play date turned into a real date.

  Until the words of kids

  became the actions of young adults.

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  He was set up

  and never paid off.

  he was finally asked to hang out

  Only to be left alone.

  He finally discovered love

  Only to discover her love.

  And in the last stage before adulthood

  He truly discovered fear.

  He was afraid

  For words became violence.

  A harmful word could be absorbed,

  Taken in and vented later.

  A punch could only be absorbed in the now.

  There was no later for a kick to the face.

  But later did come

  And he discovered yet another fear.

  A fear of himself.

  He didn't hate the kid who stole from him.

  He didn't hate the ones who abandoned him.

  He felt no anger towards the girl who never loved him.

  He feared the ones who hurt him.

  But he'd hurt himself so much worse.

  And so he feared

  And feared

  Until pain became fear

  And love became fear

  And joy became fear

  And sorrow became fear

  It was in that fear that he wondered

  He thought of a simple question

  And he answered the simple question

  With a simple answer:

  Why Me?

  Because You Are Wrong.

  He had wronged

  Errored

  He was Incorrect

  He wouldn't have his pencil back.

  It was wrong for him to have it in the first place.

  He wouldn't have friends.

  It was wrong for him to even think otherwise.

  He wouldn't know love.

  Who in their right minds would love him?

  He wouldn't fight back

  ...

  ...

  ...

  Why Me?

  A simple question

  With a simple answer.

  And so he became an adult

  But why?

  Why did he become an adult?

  ...

  ...

  There was another question

  One that plagued him.

  Why Haven't I ... Already?

  And this answer too was simple.

  Fear

  A primal fear

  Like the fear of darkness

  or the fear of eternity

  The fear of fire

  Or he fear of the unknown

  Fear had ruled over him

  And sooner rather than later

  He would be consumed by it

  One fateful day however

  He was offered release

  And that was the fateful day

  That marked his end

  And so now

  After years of release

  This sorry man waits

  He waits

  And waits

  And he waits some more

  Long gone were the days

  Of

  ...

  ...

  He couldn't walk anymore

  Long gone were those days.

  He could barely speak anymore.

  Long gone were those days.

  And so Alone he lay

  Those days had never left him.

  But, it was in those days

  A God Passes through.

  All knowing

  All loving

  He wanders

  And he loves

  And in that moment

  He saw

  that which could not be loved

  And he loved it

  "Come, come. Let me take hold.

  Your soul still loves, but you're heart's grown cold.

  Allow me the chance to give you a home,

  For in their last moments, no one should be alone."

  And so his wait was over

  The man had died

  But he did not die alone.