27 and the end

He smiled as he briskly walked past he waved to every stranger he met, but he was in a hurry. he knew where he was going and how to get there because waiting at home for him was a shotgun that needed a kiss. no one would know his pain and no one would care that he was gone at last the world would never even know he was there at all and in the end no matter what he tried there would be no recognition no obituary no sad well wishers there was no one to say anything to stop him and that's the way he wanted it after all throughout his entire life he was always alone so why should his death be any different. He would like to say that it wasn't always like this he would like to say that there was a time when he was happy but at the same time he knows that that would just be a lie so instead he smiles and he pushes forward step by step day by day slowly creeping forward to the finish line 1 shell 1 pull 1 farewell. But today was not the day it would not be an end it would not be his choice wh