He hears nothing.
Not anymore.
He feels nothing.
Not anymore.
He cares about nothing.
Not anymore.
He doesn't even care about himself.
As he sits there on the ledge.
He cries invisible tears.
Wet with grief and anger.
The anger he no longer feels.
The desperation he no longer clings to.
All he feels is empty.
Empty and alone.
He blames the world.
But most of all, he blames himself.
He blames himself for the puddle of invisible tears at his feet.
That aren't really invisible.
He calls out for anyone.
Anything.
He reaches out for a helping hand.
Only to find nothing there.
He shrinks back inside of himself.
A home he is all too familiar with.
He looks at the world once more.
And decides to leave it.