Like I child, I speak to my teddy.

 "Sarg, what should I do?"

He says nothing.

"Sarg, things are bad, lifes to sad."

He falls to his side.

He draws a sigh from my lips as I look him over.

My mind racing over everything I had ever done,
everything I had done wrong.

Never was there a moment of right, or clearity.

I set him up once more.
I touch his button eyes,
His sowed on nose.

I am a child no more,
This plush brings my no comfert

With that I begain to weep as a child weeps.
But I am a child no more.

I hold him for a second longer,
I call his name out once more.

No, nothing helps this pain.
I toss my teddy off the bed.

He flies with great speed and hits the dresser
A thump sound rings, then a clang.

A knife that had no buisness there falls beside sarg
I place a hand over my mouth as it sticks up in the hardwood floor.

My bare feet are quick to take me there,
I had I angered my teddy?

I pick him up and brush him off,
Looking down I pull the knife and walk.

Looking at Sarg, then the blade.
Perhaps he had given me clarity.

It hurt, but I pushed through it,
Looking I see that blood laid acrossed his uniform.

It was but fitting, he was a solider after all.
Now as I lay bleeding,

These words filled my head.

"Yes, I am better off Dead."