A Bullet

A Bullet of regrets

Shot by a trigger of despair

Held by a hand that is trembling

Not from fear but from the conviction

That death is the only answer

It is a flawed answer

It is not the solution to your misery

But a delusion that hides the truth from you

The truth is: There are those who love you, no matter what!

Life is too precious to be thrown away on an ephemeral whim

In the grand scheme of the infinite cosmos, you can discover your purpose in the meaninglessness of it all

That you were born

That you are alive

No matter how improbable

Live, My dear lost one

Your purpose may escape you

But find it you shall