He felt so lost.

He looked left and right hoping for someone to point him in the right direction, someone to help him in his life.

But no one did.

He felt so alone.

He would reach to the point of wanting to shout out to the world, angered at it by the little that it ever did for him.

There was no one here that wanted to know him. Heck, most here didn’t even know him at all.

He was no one. And in the mist of the hustle and bustle world of teenager years he stood thinking of the most terrible thing: ways to stop his pointless life.

Someone else bumped into him, because they couldn’t see him. They didn’t care.

And quite frankly, he didn’t care anymore.

He had given up.