Standing in the rain, everyone hustling past me. Everything looked so forlorn, so dark, so depressed. Or isit just me? Everyone looked so busy, no one spared a look for me. Perhaps I am not there, perhaps I should not be there, perhaps I should not exist at all. Not God nor the universe nor anything nor anyone should have created me. I am redundant, standing there in the rain, no use at all. Who cared to waste their precious time to spare a look at me. Looking up into the dark sky, rain pelting off me, I cursed and sweared, the pain I felt in my heart was overwhelming. Tears mixed with rain fell off my cheek and fell to the ground. In a state of confusion, I know nought of what to do. Confused, sad was all i felt. I closed my eyes, arms spread wide apart, someone, anyone, just put a knife in me, straight in my heart, and help me end this pathetic life. Just kill me, you all knew that was the right thing to do. You all wanted to be the hero to do it, so do it, everyone could do it, everyone should do it, everyone would do it. A sharp pain and all was gone, forever.