Agony
Was one of those damn long and lonely lights he often had? as usual he was lying in his bed, as usual crying? he grabbed a knife and pressed it against the veins of his wrist. He only held the knife one or two minutes against the veins and as usual he let the knife slip out of his hand. With a loud noise the knife landed on the floor and he started crying again. ?Why can?t I do it? It is so easy?? while he?s listening to some sad music he sinks down on his bed and cries until he falls in a restless, short sleep. Life has nothing left for him. He lived his life, it is all over. He knows all he has to know, felt every feeling he had to feel and now he?s only waiting for death to come. He will welcome death with open arms, like a long lost brother that has finally found his way home. The only one left who can help him to end his misery? but even though he cant die, he feels like dying every single day, even minute of his life. A life in agony?