Fly On The Wall

There was hardly anything left of the happy boy who used to run home from school everyday to hug his mom, or hardly anything left for anyone to see of the little boy who would curl up on his father's lap. Nothing was left but an empty shell of the teen who had done absolutely nothing to deserve the pain and suffering he'd been forced to endure for the last ten years. Hope was a foreign word that meant nothing to those lifeless eyes and love was something only mythology spoke of because surely these feelings had no place in their meaning for someone like him, someone who was so worthless and useless that after all these years no one could see just how badly he was suffering and come to save him, take his pain away and never ask for anything in return.