Listen.

No one takes notice of them. It begins with a simple goodbye to soon or a violent fight, emotions not understood. They walk with us day by day on the streets, stands in line with us at coffee shops and fast food restaurants. They are not the same as us, yet anyone who sees the end result will be asking why, some won't even care and just carry on their normal way.

At night we sleep while they think constantly and screaming in their dreams. They wake up and read the writing once more, or ends the story with a "I will always love u." before placing it, just in case the final whistle blows. It watches them, waiting for the time to take them. What they believed and thought before had disappeared and all that remained was scattered pieces of memory like cloth torn from a dress, hooked on wire hardly moving in the wind. The wind that was behind the sails had gone, and no hope remained.

In their boats they wait for anyone to show, the sun setting like fire in the distance, the end now near. Boats of different colors they were, some more lost and far away from where the sunlight once was before, drifting off to sea, into the mouth of a beast. There are those who wait, those who gives up and those who just don't understand why they are and who they are.

We should ask why if we ever get the chance, we should sail our ship close to theirs and pull them back to shore no matter how hard the waves of the ocean fights back. Their ship is in need of fixing and you know just how to provide the help you can to make it not perfect but bearable. We should do the best we can and avoid the end that steals to soon saying:

"Here lies he who lost all hope and no one heard the cry."

Listen.