That last little boy

Little boy, I'm sorry

I don't feel sorry for you, but I am sorry for what you've gone through

I didn't plan it this way, or maybe I did

The books you've read said there was a destination, a purpose in all of this

But what if it was just blind accident, coincidence you've been so hurt, damaged and persecuted?

What if, little boy, it isn't actually, never was, your fault?

I love you, little boy. Please try and overcome this boundary, and please try and stay alive.

From my soul, to yours.