Every little thing just seems to kill him
but it wasn’t always like that…
He wants so badly to stay standing for more than just a few days.

Is that so much to ask for?

He pondered this for a while, then decided it was, since he never could manage to stay up for long. It was as if he were standing on a thin pole, and any slight movement would cause him to fall…

It’s their fault… not yours… look what they’ve done to you… A voice whispered in his mind. He then pondered the idea of not getting up at all… just staying down, since he always fell due to things that shouldn’t even matter… but for some strange reason, they do…

He gritted his teeth, and clenched his hands into tight fists. He heard someone laughing darkly, and couldn’t tell if it was his own laughter or someone else’s… maybe I’m going insane… all because of one stupid thing…

He knew exactly what he needed, and for a brief second, he felt relaxed…