I stand here surrounded by people
But in my heart, I am not.
For inside, I am all alone.
My life an illusion.
A fantasy of incredulation.
One that is desired by so many.
Yet it is so false and alone.
To them, this life is happy.
But to me it is not.
And as I stand here, I wait for the light at the end of the tunnel.
This light which they speak of is what is last seen before the end.
An imminent end of which is soon to become mine.
Then it comes.
I watch it come closer.
And closer.
And as it does, I throw myself down towards it.
Its force hits me with such an impact that it crushes by bones.
Destroying my body.
And obliterating my soul.
The show is over.
And so am I.
No longer alone.
No longer existent.
Gone, but a thousand pieces.
