Suicide

The sheer futility of existence,
A meaningless life,
No one who cares,
No one to care for.

A loveless monotony,
Devoid of genuine affection,
No friends, no family, no love,
No one to understand the depth.

A life that faces scorn and bitterness,
A life scalded by insults and sarcasm,
A life humiliated for difference and non conformity,
A life that is beautiful and yet not enough.

So much pain and sadness,
So carefully masked and concealed,
A life that is sought after and yet,
A life no one can see through.

A smile that hides a wealth of tears,
Some shed, some guarded by esteem,
Casual banter and meaningless talk,
Veiling the intensity of the hurt.

Contemplating suicide is tempting enough,
Luring into a faceless trap,
A promise to set you free,
An introduction to finality.

Yet suicide is not really an option,
Not when a part of you,
Dies everyday, hour and second,
Not when you celebrate that death.

A numbness within,
A cold cruelty,
Wishing myself to die,
And feel death consuming me gradually....