He took a deep breath,
He counted to three
A picture in his head,
Of who they wanted him to be.

They wanted him to be normal,
Happy and kind.
They never thought,
That this guy would be blind

Not blind by the meaning,
But blind in the heart.
Blinded by darkness,
Blinded by dark.

He walks around lifeless,
His heart beating, but dead.
A walking corpse,
He's lost inside his head.

Things have no meaning,
At least not anymore.
He's not how he was,
How he was once before.

He is one of the living,
But one of the dead.
A part of him is missing.
He hangs on by a thread.

He hung his head low,
Took one final bow.
He stepped off the edge,
Saying one final vow.

"I will not change who I am
As hard as any of you try.
This is me giving up.
This is one last goodbye."

~ Logan (17/9/15)