Flatness

They don't understand why you would want to do such a thing.

He has everything he could ever want they say.

He has a family, a job and a great life they all surmise.

They don't know about the endless days and nights where he feels nothing.

They don't know what an effort it is to carry on.

They say, it's just for attention, that must be it.

Anything to justify what they think is not normal or right.

But it isn't. It's more than that. It's a darkness in his soul,

like a lead weight pulling him down, crushing him.

A realisation that it is never going to get better than this.

He struggles to get out of bed most days, a black cloud omnipresent.

Just a cry for attention they say. They don't say much when eventually he is found hanging by a thread.