There is a boy
The boy is named
London.
Yes, the city works.
But the boy rarely
has the energy to 
see sights like the
city his name is from
anymore.
The boy doesn't live
like other boys do.
The boy is sad.
Every.
Single.
Day.
But the boy smileds
For his friends.
For his family.
For his teachers.
But not for himself.
He cries to feel.
But how will he
feel when he cannot
cry anymore?