A/N: It's a poem, but also a suicide not. Just mix the two together. xD I hope you guys like it.
The depression of it all is too much.
These feelings drive me insane-
Almost as much as the memories do.
Oh, the memories.
I dream of them,
I feel them,
I see them.
I don't want them.
I don't want to be haunted anymore by the scenes that play over and over in my head.
The color of his blood-
So dark, so red.
The sound of his bones snapping-
Like glass shattering.
The feel of his flesh-
Stone cold, just as if he was made of ice.
The sight of his body-
Unrecognizable, torn, ripped, bloody, and broken.
The taste of my tears as they ran down my cheeks and onto my lips-
Drops of salt water; my body's own rain.
All of it adding up to one thing, one fact:
Leo is gone.
But I'm not-
I should be, but I'm not.
Why?
I want to know why?
It drives me crazy!
No one ever truly knows the 'why'-
No one!
But maybe it doesn't matter.
I don't think anything truly matters-
Especially not life.
No, it doesn't.
It's all useless and fake.
Why do we act as if life is the most important thing ever even though we all realize that every single 'life' will end someday?
One day!
One day, Death will come and squeeze what little life you have left and take you as His own.
So I'm done.
I'm done working for a 'good life.'
If nothing matters- which it doesn't- then I don't want to strain myself.
I'm not going to put faith in things that can't' fulfill my needs.
I'm not going to hope for anything anymore because all I'll receive in return is disappointment.
And you shouldn't either.
Like I said, it's not worth it.
So thank you world, for the love,
And for the hate.
But now it's time for me to leave, once again.
Don't worry though,
I won't be lonely anymore.
No, I'll be with him.
And as we near the end of this tale,
I act as the opposite of 'normal'- as always- and open my door to Him and hold open my arms-
Waiting for Death's embrace,
Waiting to be taken away,
Waiting to leave this damned world once and for al-