The Orphan

I'm trapped.
Bleeding, and dieing alone.
The world talks of me and yet i know not of the world.

I'm lost.
Crying, and decomposing alone.
The people sharpen their tongues, their arrows ready to strike.

I'm gone.
Brokenhearted, and suffering alone.
The orphan dries his tears, and hides himself from everything.

I'm dead.
Forsaken, and rotting alone.
The funeral is empty, and no one will care.

I'm safe.
Happy, and carefree.
The universe cannot harm me and I am free.