Expressions,
Words of a broken soul,
Uttered in a trivial manner,
Yet it is not a trivial matter,
Pleading that the echoes of a destroyed mind,
Reaches the hearts of those that are kind.

Reminiscing,
Those times when pain was just a boogeyman,
A tale of a child's story,
And happiness was the true reality,
But now, pain is as real as the sky,
And happiness is nothing but an empty promise.

Letting go,
of the times when I felt like a ghost,
trying to stay alive with this hole,
doing my best not to play foul,
doing my best to do things right,
wishing that some form of release can be found.

Understanding,
all these people with stupid choices,
how could they have made proper choices,
when they weren't told of the choices they had?
How could they have known there are diamonds,
when no one taught them how to dig?

Dark clouds approaches the horizon,
An omen it is not; but a sweet release it is,
When the blinding light begins to burn the skin to the point that it results in agonising pain,
Even the darkness could bring about catharsis.

The cold touch of fear brushes on the skin,
Hopes and dreams wither away;
dethroned by pain,
The agonising reality of a debacled future;
a downfall, a fiasco,
And so sunk the ship, drowning the spirit of hope.

Some days I just want to put a bullet in my head,
Some days I just want to hang 5ft above ground,
Some days I just want to travel at - 9.8m/s^2,
And everyday, I just want the pain to end.

Reapers knocking down the door,
The death warrant has been signed,
The noose, tightened and secured,
Yet, fear is absent, but happiness lingers in the air.

Finally, the sweet release is within grasp,
The only thing left was to fall.