I now stand on a precipice and stare down into oblivion, A perpetual bottomless chasm of despair. A dark pit of nothingness. A place without pain, without hurt, without hopelessness. I am only one person out of endless millions A tiny voice screaming without a sound There will be nothing on this Earth for others to see that I was once here A life driven to futility, a life isolated, a life forgotten A life wasted. There will be no tears shed by anyone There will be no sorrow felt by anyone Now there is nothing left to do Fate has decreed that this is how I am supposed to live A life of pain, a life of tears. And there is nothing I can do to stop it Soon, it will be over. Soon, I will be forgotten. Soon, this world will be a better place.