This is a memoir documented with a heavy heart
Melancholy – depression of spirit. An abnormal state attributed to excess black bile and characterized by irascibility or depression. Like words are: depressing, dismal, drear, dreary, heart-breaking, heartrending, sad, mournful, pathetic, saddening, sorry, tearful, teary, joylessness, doldrums, dispiritedness, heartsickness, oppression.
You are about to read of an adolescent who wanted life from another point of view, but, there was no way out of life except, through death. And death, though easy and simple, isn’t the nicest of options to escape life’s misery.
“When pain becomes too hard to bear
And your voice become so faint to hear
When the street become so silent to live in
And destiny looks so worthless to await
And all hope seems to be lost in a nutshell”
As a young boy, I was faced with things that I saw as challenging. We can change many things in our lives; friends, education, environment, but we cannot change our parents or the family we are born into. At a point in my life, I wish I could change the who I am, not because my parents were “bad”, no, but I just wanted them to be what I wanted them to be, which is not possible! That’s fate. I am sure I am not the only one that have ever thought of this. Well, all these are in the past now. I am grown and I love my parent for whom they are and what they have made of me.
