The End

 I look at myself. Look at what I have become. A silent glance at myself in the mirror, and it seems the world comes to an end with me. Deserted, left alone, with no past to cling on to, and no future to look forward to. The walls are closing in on me. I seek no destination, no goals, nor do I aspire for anything. With a sheer sense of disparity, I punch the mirror. Shattered pieces of glass. All saying the same thing to me.

“You are useless, worthless, a hopeless creature with a stone for a heart.”

There is no running away from the truth, but neither am I strong enough to face it. There, lying on the floor, a hundred pieces of me, staring at me, and saying the same thing.

“You are a coward.  You don’t deserve this life u have been gifted with.”

“That’s why I want to end this.”

I take up a piece of glass and a moment later, I watch its seamless movement over the skin of my wrist. A thin white line appears, and two seconds later, blood starts oozing out. I take my fingers and pull open the cut. Covered in blood, I feel a sense of relief. Staring away at the blank room, I realize, “So this is how death feels like huh? “ I feel all numb, no sense of pain. Covered in a pool of blood, I know my end is near.

I feel the world fade away, blurred images with my eyes unable to cope up with the heavy loss of blood. I lose control, and a solitary drop of tear falls into the pool of blood. Initial contact, and the tear makes way for itself, fighting its way through, but a few moments later, it becomes miscible with the sheer power of blood taking over it. Maybe that is what defines this world. You fight your way through, believing in your principles and being true, but finally the world overpowers you, destroys your belief, and corrupts you.

All alone and with no one to look up to, maybe this is what I deserve, and this is how it will end…