I take their remarks, and say nothing in reply. Listening to them say things that they know hurt my heart. I take it in stride, walk with my head up and death over my shoulder. Death is so close, so comforting. They won't be able to laugh when they can no longer say mean things to me. They may even cry, for death is near. I, though, shall not cry for my own death. For I shall be finally free of all the pain. Letting it go will be one of the most beautiful things I have ever experienced. The last beautiful thing I will ever experience. The last thing I will ever experience is death. The soul of my sorrows escaping up into the heavens and greeted by God the Almighty Father. And I will truly be happy because I myself took away my life from the world.
