The confrontation

She said I’m feeling sorrow.
He said I am so hollow.
She replies tell me.
Here it goes he thought will she listen or
will this be just another thing to glisten off the wall of failures?
He knew to bother with telling everything, he didn’t stall.
Like his mother she didn’t understand, she felt weary in the hall.
She said I can’t relate, how can I help can I?
Please try to contemplate why I cry he said.
As he cried, its to late he knew it there was no winning.
She became teary eyed and collapsed to a seat.
Her weary feet sent her fast to the past into defeat.
She remembers an old friend she went to help; it repeats.
In December she tried to defend him.
But the mental bullets hit hard. They send him to this state.
He goes to the candle and lits it. Wait he whispered.
Wearing a sandal he took the candle.
The flame licking at his bare feet.
It felt the same as his insides.
Do you dare want to feel it on the outside?
She decided to stare. Asking the nerves will burn what then?
He was ill minded and said that serves as the turn that i commit suicide.
She cried and said sorry.
"Don’t fret or worry this is my life and the end will be all I want of it.
i would love to reset this path I cant so it will send me to my death"
Like a dove she let go of the ground.
She accepted his situation and found the end a good thing.
She held him till they cried their cries.
She was with him till he died.

Wow. That is a really moving piece, I love it.

Im glad you liked it.