Suicide

Thoughts

Joe sat on the crowded train, rehearsing his speech one last time. Even though there were so many people around him, he "felt" alone. The world ignored him even if he was human or not.
Joe wanted to become human. I had no way to prevent his fault because people would think I'm schizophrenic. He was not a ghost or a monster, he was just a lost soul.
He was my soul, my sad soul, desperate for a return to life. He was yelling for a free mind, for a blocked life in a body.
I didn't know why I was trying to explain the puff fumes in which he was placed.
It was raining. The raindrops hit the train tracks. The blinding lights from the train compartments shattered the darkness that surrounded Joe.