As time will pass on like rain in a storm flowing... Flowing like tears unable to to be seen in such a heavy rain may as you wept not a sing soul stopped but only to see the flaws of a man beaten down unto this bitter world for what better people are they and once home in the safe living embrace never paying much of a single thought as yo the man who would be no more for the meeting of the shroud of death is about yo commence. As locked away in a room with no door or windows only his thoughts to keep him company and the gentle sway of his solution to his problems the way he believed to be the only way out away from the prison known as his head for this is a fate worse than death for he believed that death would he the only release from his torment of every waking moment but in this moment the string in the hands of the cruel fates held onto dearly by so many would finally be cut as the sound of a sharp snap would signal the cut of the string and all through the house all is quiet except the sound of heavy rain and unto that night so dark a dreary a certain peace is found morbid as it might be that the pain of one has ended but only to set its roots into so many others tenfold. A scream a cry a sob and utter horror is heard as the young man once so strong with his head held high fought the battle but lost and lost it all he did for now others shall know his pain maybe now they will understand how such a world can beat and tear down a man for his life is over now and the lives of so many uncertain but what is will be a time of mourning and until morning all that is left is pain and regrets and a list of what ifs along with the dreaded rope that took the light of their life away to accompany them through the night for the ending of omes suffering has made those around feel his pain who felt so alone in a world so cold so bitter as to tear down and take everything away and take away everything it did away from those who loved the most away from the bright light in so many peoples life now extinguished and all that is left is a coldness and void never to be filled but as for now the deed is done a beautiful life gone and pain now left for those left.
