"There he is, with his bagload of burden, stricken dead in his feet."

His heart stopped,
Knees quivering uncontrollably,
Fists turned ghastly white,
He watch his tears fell like raindrops,
Shut in a world of his own,
Plagued by his nightmares and demons,
He's beating his own guts inside out,
Thoughts crushing deep down upon him.

He's tired, so fucking tired,
Fatigueness is trampling over his body wanting him dead.

Forgo all that he've got?
Suicide comes into the picture?
At the rate it goes, maybe.