• Silent tears fall to the ground, shoulders shake,
    A strangled sob breaks through the air.
    A slumped form leans back against the door,
    An incoherent phrase passes through lips,
    Mingling with salty tears.
    The whimpers continue on for what seems
    like hours before tear stained eyes glance upwards.
    Standing up, feet move towards a drawer,
    Hands pulling out a sharp, blunt object.
    Walking over to the desk, grabbing
    a pen and a piece of paper.

    “These are my final words…”