Happiness comes is all forms.

I stepped out of the bedroom, with sore eyes and heavy shoulders. The thought of everyone finding out my secret was close to becoming a reality. So diligent, I tried my hardest to keep it in for as long as I could. Fear, every mans enemy, was my way out. I would smash the scumed faces of the lie spreading demons onto the solid pavement. Oh how I wish my arms were bigger, so I could. Every thought is filled with anguish and darkness, if only I could grow stronger.


The ones I loved betrayed me many times. So I love no one. My secret isnt a secret that goes away, it sticks for the rest of life. Even so, I still managed to make friends, a lover, a pet, the hole circus. I was not happy though all I wanted was a reality. For the most part.

The days haunt me like there is no ending. It came to the point where I started thinking thoughts that should never be thought of.

"I am sick and tired of everything", I cant help but think, as my wife leaves the house with a bang. There is no explanation for her anger. Maybe its because i haven't spoken a word to her, and every time she asked, I would turn my head the other direction. I was alone with the house, the white walls screamed at me, and the floor boards moved in the opposite direction every time i would try to walk somewhere. The Victorian was beautiful, clean and the perfect house to grow a family. I wanted none of the sort.  I didn't care if it was ugly, messy, and small. Everywhere just felt the same.

I stepped in front of the mirror, and looked deep into myself. I began to cry, as the anger Ive kept in me for years was starting to overflow. I was about to break, and the most terrifying part, was i knew i couldn't stop it.

I brushed my blond hair away from my forehead, and I stood stunned at the masterpiece i created. It was my way out. The simple yet horrific sculpture of a stool and a rope stood before me. I inched my way closer and closer to my fate. I felt no hesitation, and no second thought ever crossed my mind. This is what I had to do.  I stepped on the stool, and latched the rope around my neck. Threw the goodbye letter with only 3 words, on to the ground. Those words were for my wife, my mother, father, brother, and best friend. I kicked the stool away from me and I was happy for the first time.