The Last Struggle

Those trembling hands once again held the pen,

That had been held before, 

To bring his life to an end.

Those empty papers had earlier been filled too,

With the reasons and explanations, 

Of how he could not handle anything anymore

Of how much he loved everyone,

And that his departure was the only thing that could ever make them happy again.

Hundreds of letters written,

And hundreds of those torn apart,

Every time, his fear of letting everything go just like this,

Overcame his thoughts.

But today, he showed no signs of fear,

No signs of restriction,

To end his story, which he thought, wasn't even real.

He was losing his mind,

He had lost himself,

In this crowd of nobodies,

Where everyone was something,

Except him.

Now, his trembling hands again wrote,

" I waited,

I waited for a long time.

I waited for things to get better.

And for everyone to love me again.

This pain, I couldn't handle anymore,

This shame, of being a disappointment to you all,

I couldn't handle anymore.

The darkness has tamed me now.

And I am all in.

Goodbye...

For the last time now.