A beautiful yet desperate poet said
Oui, je suis fini, no more I can do
Welcome to my final December
I've decided, this life was at an end
My life will not be remembered
My love forgotten and life forsaken
Broken full through, gone rotten
I awakened and realized
To have hope you must believe
After years of the abuse
I chose to end it all
I'm now refusing the pain
No more questions, nothing left to ask
I am doomed and my life over
Time to plan the final act
"Chatterton, the marvellous boy,
The sleepless soul that perished in his pride." William Wordsworth
