Oblivion

He can slowly feeling himself
Ripping apart from the inside out.

He lost everything he had.
The love of his life.
His family.
His friends.

He knew what he had to do.
He felt himself crying as he made his way up the flights of stairs to oblvion.

He couldn't help but think of what he had.
Finally he has made it to the top.
He can feel himself falling apart.

Last thing he wanted was someone who used to care about him to come and stop him.

He left no note just left and didn't turn back.
He makes his way towards the edge and leans over the railing.
He gasps at the height and starts to rethink.

But he stopped himself.

Looked again.
At the bottom is the dark empty vast world of oblivion.

If he does this there would be no way back.
He reaches into his pocket and grabs the only thing that shines.
He pulls up his sleeve.
Grasps the blade firmly. And starts to trace the words "I'm sorry" into his skin.
The blood starts to seep out.

He questions himself, "Can I honestly do this?"

After everything he has done. Graduated college, had a degree in business management, finally came out to his family. Who disowned him. Lost his boyfriend to the closet.

He stands back up with blood dripping off his wrist. He goes to the edge and felt oblivion calling out to him.

"I will never leave you."
"I will always love you."

It clicked then.
He got the nerve to scream.
"Shut the fuck up! I know what to  do now it's not you I want!"

He made his way to the door and descended the stairs. Down to his car, got in started the car. And drove away from all his bad memories.