alone

they all left

saying their goodbyes,

like the have a nice days

you get from the checkout lane

gone

without a second glance

striding out,

because they have just received the award

of not having to deal with him anymore

everyone

done

with

him

he feels nothing now,

no pain

no happiness

empty

like the heart of many

broken

like the crushed bottle of liquor

laying

on the side of the road

he is nothing

he has no one

to tell him otherwise

in a world so cold

he has found

solace

in being alone

he knows

nothing will be okay

nothing will ever be

good

happy

he will never be

strong

accepting his fate

his predetermined life

formed in the icy hands

of those who left

he was

created by ones

who never loved

him

never accepted

him

as he was

but only what they thought he could be

why can’t he

be himself

determine whether

he will break

or learn

to love

himself and others around him

no one can see

that he is amazing

even though

his life

was predetermined

by others

empty

like the heart of many

broken

like the crushed bottle of liquor

how could we possibly

show him

tell him

that he is

worth it

he is worth someone’s love

he is worth life

amazing