random thoughts

DEATH AS AN ESCAPE

Just so you know, I did this to myself, yes I killed myself. I was tired, frustrated even. The world held me captive, it enslaved me almost making me believe that there was hope, it took away my only source of happiness whereas I had none. And now 3:45AM I am pronounced dead, what led to this you might ask, well all I did was sail a razor round my wrist and with every blood drop happiness travelled round my body, I felt giddy and the slightest hope. Maybe finally I'll get to the place where I am able to differentiate between reality and nightmare,  maybe I will finally get the joy that I so patiently lounged for. I mean it's still sad to not have anyone weep by my dead body, no one to call a friend and no one to call family, no one to plan my funeral . I could see the pity in the eyes of the doctor who looked after me and fed me till I finally gave up the ghost, I honestly didn't think that anyone cared for me, I felt invisible and wondered how I got to the hospital, well it's to late to care,  I am finally gone, never to exist again. And then right before I left, I saw him, 'death' he looked me in the eye and held out a hand which I gracefully took. Finally I am home...