The Loving Boy, The Cruel World

A little boy, so full of life, happiness, was once the apple of his mothers eye. A happy child, filled with love and warmth, was once the brightness of anyone’s day.
As the boy got older he loved more and more each day. To the flower blooming in the grass, to the stranger walking down the street. He cared much more as each day went by. He cared about the child who dropped his ice-cream down the road, to the person who pushed him in the school yard the other day. The little boy was at his most brightest, and most happiest.
The boy was getting older, more loving than ever, but his wisdom was lacking. The boy’s strong pull for love was slowly changing him, and he never really knew why.
Soon after he was letting his guard down so many times to anyone who “loved” him. It got so bad he had to pick up his guard with the little dignity he had left. This boy was dying, a slow painful death.
The boy, so willing to love, so wanting to care for anyone, finally broke down.
The boy’s brightness slowly faded. His unending love for the world finally ended. This broken boy, beaten up by the world, turned cold. His love that was once endless, was only for himself now. The only person he trusted was himself, and sometimes he would doubt that too.
This poor boy was me, a loving child, to a careless person. FIN

The Loving Boy, The Cruel World

RyanPKennedy

Fall River, United States

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A boy who is changed by his own mistake.

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