Intention

When death becomes man's best friend, the gun is pressed to the temple.

Life no longer matters, Crying becomes easy, and Love is no longer able to exist.

The feelings that once stood by are no longer there, being numb is all there is left.

Slowly attempting to pull the trigger so sure this is what he wants. Dying is the only living option.

When feeling has lost it's sense of interest and loving becomes impossile to give and receive.

The voice for his explanation has fled, he has no reason to explain, because this is it.

Crying out for help has grown old, nobody listens. The question's that he once had for

anybody with the answers have been deluted in the careless mind state.

There's no longer the need to know why he's so misunderstood.

Many years of emptyness, lonelyness, the weight of the world has become impossible to bear.

Seeing other's happy not understanding why he's not Is suddenly making this easy.

When convinced that nothing good would ever come, he gives up in disappointment.

"This is the end" his final words.