For All To End

The sounds of the night reach his ear from where his at. He looks down, the world looks different when you look down. He steps back put his hands to his head, the pain is to great, He's broken, empty bottle of Bacardi laying on the ground. He can't help what his feeling now. The scars on his wrists Tell dark secrets that he rather keep to himself. No one know the pain he goes trough every day, he hides behind the mask of a smile or a joke never letting on that he prays for all to end..

The cold autumn wind blows against his face, the noisey city bring a sort of relive to his soul from the voices that torment him but Is not enough, he step forward his feet close to the edge, he blames himself for not been strong enough, wise enough. Hopes if there's a god he will forgive him..

He takes the last step he will ever make, time seems to stop, this is not how he imagine it would be, where are the flashbacks from his life? Where are the angels or demons waiting for him? He's scare now, time is running out and there's no way out.. He hits ground.. The scream coming from his lungs breaks the silence of the night, his body is sweaty, he's agitated, he can't belive it was all a dream, he goes down on his knees.. He prays to god his soul to keep. And he hopes tomorrow would be a better day..that tomorrow might not be a dream..