I wasn't bothered when the crow landed on the other side of my window. Staring deep into my eyes.

And I did the same to its own. Begging it to take me. To steal my soul.

I told it about my pain and it listened. About my suffers and why I want to disappear.

And it listened. Better then anyone and anything.

This dark, beautiful crow looked exactly like my heart. My soul.

No matter how much I smile and laugh, I won't be happy.

I walk in the street with the hope that someone would stop and ask if I'm okay. Embrace me. My soul.

But I walk for hours. Crying my soul out. Quietly.

But no one stopped by. No hands were around me.

And the red eyes in front of me seem to be cleaning my heart and soul. For a second I thought I'm happy. But it kept cleaning and cleaning and I became brighter. I shone.

And then I disappeared.

As my wish.