She felt torn
RIPPED
What was left to lose?
EMPTINESS
No more fight left in her
No second thoughts
Her last words  said, written, on a piece of paper
"This is it", it read
This is it, the end of her pain
This is it, the end of disappointing
This is it, the end of her life
Her body hanging lifeless in her room and..... ALONE
Alone as she came into this world and alone as she felt while in it.

He stood there, reflecting
In the mirror, at his reflection.
"Who am I?"
Puzzled
An echoed mind
Nomad in this journey of "LIFE."
"A complicated stranger, who stays out of danger.
A pathetic joke, rhyme, right?
Yeah, I know and that's why I'm an opponent against the world.
So, there you have it.
An unusual person, I must admit.
But, hey, there goes a few answers.
Though, I would like a revelation, because I am still trying to destroy these mental monsters."