The Crossroad

Another morning. It is cold. I am cold.
I think it’s time.
No one gets it. No one gets me.
This is my life? It’s so hard.
It feels cold in my hand. I know I’m not supposed to...
I wish, I wish, someone could see me. Someone could save me.
I’m at a crossroad. Life is a path we walk alone. I guess.
I have nothing. I have no one. No one understands.
Tomorrow, when the sun rises, will it rise without me?
Why go on? Would anyone even care? Even remember me?
This pain. Loneliness. My body has turned against me.
This pain has to stop. To end.
I sit here in this moment. The end is in my trembling hands.
Frozen. Fear. Or realization. I don’t know anymore.
I want this. I don’t want this. My head is spinning.
I feel like I am out of control—I need to take control. It is my decision.
I am ready. Will this be the end?

The sun is shining beautifully today.
Yes. I will be here for you. No matter what. Always.
No matter who you are, who you think you are.
I will be your strength. I see you. Please hear me.
Let’s go walk in the sun. Let’s walk. Together.
I know you believe that no one knows you.
I know you. I have seen everything, and I am still here.
Please hear me. I will be here for you, with you.
We can walk this path together. I need you to hear me.
Take my hands. Come along with me. Together we are more.
We can do so much more if we just look beyond today.
Embrace my warmth. I have always wanted you.
I am ready. Will you be with me till the end?