I have finally given up my will to live. I know that there’s no point, when all I have to look forward to is more of the same. Even if I were to manage to get through this period in my life, it would just be another rotation of the wheel that is my mental health. I might be able to get help and become “happy” again, but my depression will just come back around again and again. So I’ve given up the will to fight any longer. That part of me is gone. My will is dead. Like it was a real person. Will is dead.
Quiet and alone, with nobody around to shed a tear.
That’s how he left this world, and left me here.
The greatest man I have ever known
Has gone away and left me here, all alone.
No more will I hear his words of advice,
No more words of the wisdom of his life.
His unique sense of humor and outlook,
And the way he could read me like a book.
The way he was there when nobody else was.
He was always there, just because.
Though you many have never seen his face,
If you’ve seen my heart, you’ve seen his place.
He made me strong, made me push on.
After all this time, now he’s just gone.
Nearly nobody knew him, but all should mourn
One of the greatest men that was ever born.