Galaxy of Eternal Pain

The weight of his emotional upheaval is dragging him down. He walk slowly throughout the labyrinth of human at the train station. His feet shuffle slowly, one slow step at a time. People walk pass him and he does not care. Nobody notice this creature of woe. He keep reliving all the bad memory that just had happened to him ,clinging to it like a horder who is unwilling to part ways with their broken collection. He question does anybody really understand how he feel now. He know it useless to pain other with his story of despair and tribulation because he knows, homo sapiens has an inherent lack of interest to listen to other human misery unless they really cared about the afrementioned troubled soul. He rake up his brain for anyone that care about him and he is left dissatisfied. He just want to cry and die. To be far away from the undying pain,do far away from people whom kept hurting him with their nasty nasty word witout end . He sit on the throne of despair, sadness is his nutrient. In the end no one cares if he lives or die. No one. I could only watch him suffer as I know my word of consolation ring hollow. I cannot remove his pain with my empty promises of a better days to come. He and I both know it ain't going to happen so why bother at the first place. He has been betrayed on countless occasion. His believed long dead. The agony. The agony. It follow him like a shadow, like a patient angel. Like a tireless machine. That is the last that I saw the man. In the train station. I never did see him again.