Ticket

Ticket

I'm stuck in this world, trying to find a way out.
I'm all alone tonight, I'm always alone.
I look down at this thing sitting in my lap, I look at it as a ticket for me to get away from this dark abyss we call home.
It sits there, next to me, mocking me.
I pick it up, look at it. I set it back down.
Do it, I tell myself, no one will miss you.
This is true.
I don't have to worry about bidding my farewells to anyone, who would I have to bid farewell to anyway? No one. No one cares.
I lie awake in the night, wishing for a new life.
A life with people who love and people who care.
But it is all just a Once Upon a Time, story. Isn't it?
What if this? What if that? No. Nothing.
I pick up my ticket again, I look over it, I put it up to my head.
I pull the trigger.
Slowly life slips away from me, Slowly I fade away, slowly – I die.
I'm free.