The Nicest One

All his life was in vain. He's in the midst of sorrow and darkness. No one believes, for he is a man with cheerful face, great achievements and good personality, masking the inner melancholy of him. Alone, he is quiet and reflecting. Depression? Maybe it is...

Few friends come and go. Oftentimes deceived by false love and friendship. But he keeps on believing that someday, he'll find The Nicest One. Still keeps on believing... waiting... hoping...

Misery doomed the days of his life. The few friends he had had turned their backs on him, leaving him behind. He's lost, no where to go. As if climbing on a dark cliff, don't know where to end. No one cares... Nobody gives a damn... Nobody...

The thin strand that holds his sanity is about to fall off. His happy face turned to grey. He thought of ending his journey. Knife, he saw. He took it and slashed his wrist. Blood spurts and he's bleeding... bleeding... bleeding... He sat down for a moment and laid his head back. He came to sleep and he's breathless. He's pulseless. He's dead.

A bright light is shining, trying to open his closed eyes. And so he did. He see himself lying in bed and the sun spreads brightness unto his face. It's a beautiful morning. It was all a dream. A dream he believes will never come to reality. For he believes that he has found The Nicest One.