Suicide Note

“Have you seen a broken man? “

Ah, a broken man. With a broken soul trying to gather all the shattered pieces to put it all back together.

The eyes, which seem appealing, yet ironically are, devastated

Trying to find their release.

The shivering hands, wrinkled

which put all efforts to not reach the kitchen and pick up the knife.

The stomach which can’t help but give collywobbles

as giving the butterflies or even the slight content from scanty amount of happiness

seems to require the world’s strength

To hide the pain and shove it inside the blanket and never let it peep out.

The legs which have lost control as laying in bed with the pillow that remains soggy

has become wonted over time

Time

which brings with it absolute nothingness

not a single blob of diversion or bliss.

The mind that tries to figure out ways to escape from the crowd

and vanish into solitude

as

nothing else seems to give pleasure.

The eyes which have become unaware of any chore,

Other than holding back the heavy flow of the saline drops descending down the cheeks

Unremitting.

As being sensitive is probably the most irking and repellent trait one can possess.

The heart that longs to disappear into the abyss

never wanting to come back

pleading Him to take away his life

As the only release,

the only emancipation

he hit upon was

eluding from the mayhem

and give up on holding his very last breath.

“Yes, I have seen a broken man and to tell you, it’s the scariest thing I’ve ever seen.”

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