For as long as I can remember, I never have seen my parents smile, nor could I recall any warm embraces from them.

But I wasn't sad, I don't remember anything about them to feel sad for it.

But I was never happy either, as I all grew up on is indifference from these people called relatives.

I was never abused like I heard from other kids but I was never treated warmly either.

I was living in a perfectly grey world.

But even in this grey world, I found solace.

Just like a fire, I would come into existence and eventually snap out of existence.

I accepted my fate, to live a mundane life doing only ordinary things.

I never aimed high, I never aimed low, I just moved along with the flow.

Never asking for anything, desiring nothing.

Even if Someone kicked me out of this house, It just meant I was never meant to live long.

Time passes by and my grey world remains a perfect shade.

Eventually as time past others around my age began calling me names, distancing themselves from me, and even trying to incur my rage.

But it was all meaningless, It just a tiring for me.

Time kept passing by eventually everyone in school just stopped noticing me, I was air to them.

No friends, No loved ones, no one to stand by my side.

Even people back at my supposed home stopped noticing me, so I started cooking for myself.

I hurt myself a few times but I eventually got good enough to not injure myself.

I began to wonder, just what is the point of me living?

I didn't find any reason, no reason to live, no reason to stay alive, no one to love.

During many occasions, I feel like taking my own life, after all, no one needs me in this world.

I don't know whether its survival instincts or not, but I could never make the final hurdle to kill myself.

Really, knives are really useless in these situations, just need something quick to kill me, a Gun.

I didn't know any ways to obtain a gun, well there are options to me, but I'd prefer not to go down that path.

I continue to live in this grey world, praying that I would one day find someone or something to dye this world in vibrant colors.

That day came soon enough but from the most unexpected source to me.