He went to his room,
Grabbed the rope he had in his closet,
Sat on his bed,
Tied the rope into a knoose,
Walked out of his room,
Towards the stair case,
Towards the end of his life,
He walked not with fear,
But with triumph,
Triumph because he's no longer afraid,
No longer afraid of the end,
He faces his worst fear,
He faces it knowing he will lose,
But yet,
Theres no fear in his eyes,
No shaking,
No tears,
Inly a soft grin,
He tied the rope to the stair case,
Put it around his neck,
Placed the letter he wrote to his family on the floor,
Climbed over the railing,
Recited a prayer,
And then he jumped,
Jumped with no fear,
No Shaking,
No tears,
For once he was facing his fears,
The rope tightened,
Strangled him,
And then there was no more,
No more fearing the end,
For he had reached the end,
And now,
He forever shall sleep,
Sleep without nightmares,
Without the fear of anything,
He shall forever sleep with the thought of triumph.
