[ WP ] Suicidal person realizes he can not die

Since his youth he has been a fighter, absorbing all hurt given without so much as a flinch. He takes the hate from all angles, only silently waging wars on those who aim at him. No real memories of a father, just figments of a figure who was in and out. Mother being the lone but hardly existent neutral force, her pain barely masked by violent outbursts. Taking in the hurt from his sisters, he knows he can build the shoulders to hold it all. As he ages, he sees more hurt and pain from the eyes of those close to him. Those that took him in in adolescence helped alleviate the pain from family, only to adopt more pain from other families. Everyone is falling apart around him, but through his determination he feels that he can avert further disaster, mediator he becomes. The stepping stone for everyone to walk on. A voluntary choice he made. His words hardly mean anything to anyone, even non traditionals. He gives all to those who want, knowing that this may be the only worth he has. Forced to seclude his own to help the who ca n't. Choices are made, years go by and secrets kept away from his ears, deafness had become his enemy. Sweet taste of bitterness and confusion guide this young man now. 
 A new crowd, a new place, a new beginning. This may be what was needed, a forced decision to please others again. More words unsaid in this time of growing only holds him back. People evade conversation, make lies to persuade feelings, dismissals still meet him. Although the internal war still wages, he has found a life of personal success. Many accolades have found his relentless determination to work his frustration to the bone. He has a newly found outlet for his frustration, although it is not enough. He molds a new physique, in preparation for whats to come, although scarred inside his skin shows none. 
 The shoulders he had as a youth grow to an almost uncrushable strength. He feels ready to start his own family now, knowing what was done wrong to him, he will not re-enact those battles. What he doesnt know is this battle is about to become a war. All of his lifetime of training still wasnt enough for this front, mind numbing attack after mind numbing attack. Remember how you were strong enough before, you can beat this too. His offerings and determination to conquer this monster fall short, new battle plans of flanking the beast are quickly annihilated. This one can not be corralled, the war in this one is beyond his ability. Subliminal messages are planted, everyone turns against this man. People of blood havent changed since youth, swayed in opinion by this new member. Knowing there is nothing he can do, beaten and bruised he succumbs to their pain and makes it his own more than ever. Not trained for this type of situation, he numbs himself to help more, only harming himself. After years of fighting others battles, tongue twisted and absorbed with hunger this has become real. 
 He has been a vagabond, he knows the way. This is the way to be, so he leaves again. Even with time and distance between what has been known in life, not enough fades. An explosive demeanor engulfs what was an understanding and caring person, always attacked and no release this is war. Looking to spill blood of everyone who has wronged him, his mouth moves in many directions. This may be his end or the end of his battles. Took the chance not knowing how the end would come, will this be quick and soon or will it be the way he dreams?
