*Author's Note* I regret writing this. But I hope that your hope doesn't fade. I hope you always remember something that is worth living for. Don't give up...
Your younger years have passed
Innocents no longer in your vocabulary
Things have happened you wished hadn't
Things you don't want to talk about
And things that'll haunt you forever.
Back then it didn't seem like a big deal
But really it was just a small piece added
To the puzzle of you character
People say that you can't change the past,
But the past changes you.
Listen to them.
At first your past was just a veil,
Covering your eyes
But now it is a blindfold;
Choking your sight.
Sunrise has gone; sunset is here
The hours of daylight are slipping
From your fingers.
Darkness of fear,
Darkness of hate,
Darkness of extreme pain...
It is tunnel that twists and turns,
But never breaks.
The only way to get through there,
Is to crawl,
Slow and steady,
Feeling your way
Your hands feel the cold bodies
Who never thought they'd reach the end.
Your hope dies.
You live a nightmare,
Over and over again.
All hope is gone.
The light fades.
There is nothing left for you now.
Your hands search,
Finding the cold, hard, treasure.
Groping the handle,
You put it against your head...
And pull the trigger.