Why does he sit in his room. All day long. Dapressed. Hopeing she will knock on his apartment door. And come into his room. She never does. If only he could touch her face. If only he could hug her. And tell her how much he loves her. He sits in his room. Alone. Forever. And ever. And ever. He used to cut himself. Really deep. All over his body. The scars are still there. Hes difftent now. Hes vicious. He got confidence now. He doesnt care what other people think of him. Or what they say. Infact he forgot who he was. Who he couldve been. But now. Hes a completely diffrent person. He follows in his own footsteps. Creating his own legacy. So that his off spring. May follow in his footsteps. And make better choices. He no longer hopes that the one love of his life. Will walk into his room. Because he knows itll never happen. So he stopped. Hes still alone. But thatll never stop him. From being alone
