Just another sad tale

Down town,
the urban skyline
so straight and organised,
no sort of freedom
all in regulation,
under strict rule,
he leans against a wall,
the wet graffiti
staining his hood,
face hidden in shadow,
cars go past
but not one of them sees him,
he blends in, part of the scenery,
if anyone cared to look closer
they'd see the damp patch
on his hoodie,
stained red,
he walks
reflecting on everything
messed up in his mind,
trying to find reason
for the hole in his heart,
the pounding in his head,
he only walked three blocks from that wall
before someone found him on the floor,

dead.