jisatsu.

I never noticed him.
I hadn’t paid any attention until now.
I hadn’t even given him a second glance.
I’m just now seeing his face.
I’m just now looking at his stature.
I’m just now observing everything.
Has he always been so pale?
Has he always been this skinny?
Has he always looked this bad?
His face is emotionless.
His body too small for his own good.
His arms scarred.
We have been this careless?
We have let this slip unnoticed?
We have left him to his silent tears?
Would he forgive us?
Would he accept our help?
Would he care anymore?
Shall I talk to him?
Shall I convince him he’s not alone?
Shall I protect him from himself?
He as always been alone.
He has had no one to care.
He needs me, needs someone.
Did the doctor really tell the truth?
Did she speak with a serious tone?
Did she honestly tell me he is gone?