Written by: Emily Schaffer

He sits in the corner, afraid and alone,
His fear and his pain are not known.

His thoughts are knotted and scrambled,
His life is a mess, his memories jambled.

They call his name, they whisper in his ear,
Room goes cold when they draw near.

All his life he has been haunted,
By the world, he's never been wanted.

He says to himself, "I want it to end!"
He cries for his mother, his heart she would mend.

But she cannot hear him, he cries in vain,
Everyone's gone, all he has is his pain.

He just waits and prays for help to come,
In the cold, ebony night he starts to go numb.