Soulless

The darkness. The loneliness. The sadness. The endless pains. The endless emptiness.

People, slipping from your hands. Families turned against you.

Teachers seem to pick on only you the quietest kid in class until you find yourself isolated.

How many of your so-called friends betrayed you and made your life a living hell?

How many times have you tried to call out to someone and they seem to walk away    afraid to be picked on by others when in reality they wish to help?

Soon safety will come.

But what of it? Another day has passed, but another day will come. And it will all start again.

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