How can it come to this, a single page, an expression of a life. They all ask how it came to this, they didn't know or understand. My hand shakes, is it excitement or fear. Or both, holding to this strife. The inability to live to the heights set by this lifes cruel demand. A note expressing nearly nothing, there is nothing left worth writing. Every battle is lost, every hope is crushed, every dream has faded. A simple statement only to say why i could not live just fighting. In a life once full of future promise, in the darkness cold and jaded. Just to know that no-one here now could have stopped what i must do. Maybe that would help them not to wonder why no-one at least tried. In my death why hurt the living, save them from the secrets true. As i wipe my eyes in passing, no tearstains to show i cried. Just the crimson accents slowly seeping from my shattered soul. As this painful life i was forced to endure slowly drifts from mortal sight. My breathing slows, my body falls, my eyes drift closed out of my control. To those still here, in this cruel sad world, i wish good luck and goodnight.