He punches the tree,
His fist already bleeding,
The pain makes him feel good.
Makes him feel like he deserves to die.
They told him when he demanded an answer,
"You were an accident.
We never intended to have children.
That's why you don't have any siblings."
No one gave a damn about him.
He sighed, feeling the tears,
Mingling with the blood and sweat.
He was all alone.