It's not getting any better,
it's going down the road.
It started a while ago,
and jot got worst.
He needed a hug sometimes,
but kept it to himself.
He wanted freedom,
but failed miserably at it.
To be left alone as such young age,
it sure feels as the weight of the world on top of you.
He needed someone for him,
but when someone arrived and was willing to help him,
he closed his eyes, and ignored him.
He was willing to continue in pain
if it meant that he would have his revenge.
He didn't care of anything else,
as long as it didn't involve he being weak.
He was getting worst,
but at the same time closer and closer
to his beloved goal.
The day he fullfilled it,
he went down.
He was lost,
he had no one anymore.
He was at the bottom
of that deathly Downward Spiral.