He sat there...Alone like always,under the tree in the rain.He wondered to himself when he would die.He always would guess when death would come to visit.His mom and dad weren't ever there...They left him as a new born baby under a tree,in the rain.His hair was wet and stuck to his face,his eyes dull as depression.He wore a sweater with a hood and no zipper,his scars were covered and safe.The sky was gray and the clouds darker.People looked at him like he was crazy when they passed,they didn't know who he was.They called him the loner.
Sometimes he would lay down on the wet grass and look at the sky,wishing he could fly.Fly away from the problems and pain.He looked to his side were usually people would see a friend or a family member,but for him there were none.No friends,no family,no pets,and no name.The rain got worse and thunder started to rumble.He wasn't scared,he had no fear.Because he has lived his fear and still is...He hated to not be loved.
"If only..." he said to himself. "If only I could be loved."
He sighed.He new his wishes wouldn't come true.His dreams were always crushed by reality. Why did his parents leave him? No one knows,not even him.
