Hollow

The sky was crying. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. A tear fell from my eye. But it was unnoticed among the thousands of rain drops. Just like me. There were millions with woes worse than mine, what was I? I was just a privileged, white male, who was having a bad day. That was all. But the day had turned into weeks, which turned into a months, which became a year. I was only having a hard time, that was all. But I lied to myself. I knew it. The lies I told everyone else rang hollow in my head, haunting me. I'm fine. Over and over, I'm fine. But I wasn't fine. I was useless, hollow. A burden. I was weak. Too weak to take my own life. Too weak... a useless, hollow, burden. I was a coward. I fumbled with my keys for a second. Put the key in lock, turn. The door swung open. I fumbled with the light switch. The lights didn't come one. But I could still see it's terrible silhouette. The noose.