His Final Goodbye

Burnt like charcoal, worn like tar, cut after cut, scar after scar. His heart caves in, he's losing hope, he's lost his mind, he can no longer cope. He's all alone and pushes people away, he wants them to show that they care enough to stay. He's unloved and broken, he's scared and depressed, his smile is fake and his laugh is hollow, but you wouldn't have guessed. He fights a war with his every thought, but even he knows that it's all for naught. Today is the day he had finally had enough, he didn't know life would be this tough. So he took his razor and slit his wrist, he already knew that he wouldn't be missed. But right when he was about to die, he whispered his last goodbye. "I'm so sorry that I couldn't make you proud of me, they told me I was worthless and even I agree. I tried to hold on, I tried so hard, but all I've ever been was something to discard. I tried to keep going for the ones I hold dear, I'm stunned that I even lasted another year." one he had finished, he took his last breath, and finally gave in to the sweet embrace of death...