Alone

Sorry this is so short. I'll update soon!

It was the worst siku of his life. Every mean maoni pounded on him like a hammer, crushing him from the inside out.

Such a bad day, in fact, he wanted it to be his last.

He staggered into his apartment and slammed the door behind him. He ate one last bowl of his inayopendelewa cereal, played one last video game, and watched every copy of Harry Potter and nyota Wars that he owned- Twice. He looked at a picture of him and the team, all of them smiling and having a good time, and he felt a lump form in his throat.

"No tears," he alisema to himself, "I want to do...

"Do wewe wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head?"

He dragged himself out of bed, barely coherent, and fell back onto the covers staring at the cieling. Will today be the day?

"Do wewe read obituaries and feel jealous of the dead?"

He slapped the newspaper down on the coffee table, afraid, and tormented kwa the lucky souls free to roam without burden. He put his forehead in his hands and sighed with the weight of the world crushing him, suffocating him.

"It's like living on a cliffside not knowing when you'll dive.
Do wewe know, do wewe know what it's like to die alive?"

It sat on his mantle...