I have to go see someone. This is a visit that will not be fun. A result of battles never won. I have to go see someone.

 

I struggled everyday and I lost the fight. I hope to never wake when I sleep at night. I've taken too much. I'm through. I'm done. I have to go see someone.

 

I walk into my house filled with despair. Another day done and I'm worse for wear. I pull out the chair and grab my rope at once. I have to go see someone.

 

I put the rope around my neck and stand on the chair. My life flashes before me, a life that wasn't fair. I face the window with the setting sun. I'm going to go see someone.

 

The door bursts open with a dreadful cry. A woman runs in yelling, "WHY?? WHY?? WHY??" The tears are falling from her face like the leaves of autumn. She wants me to go see someone.

 

I tell her to go, to leave me be. To let me alone so that I can be free. She refuses the order and helps me down with a grunt. I'm going to go see someone.

 

We leave my house and get into her car. During the drive she asks of my scars. I tell her of my plight and she soon becomes stunned. She really wants me to see someone.

 

As we drive, the woman loses her way. She makes a wrong turn and goes astray. I wish there was a cliff so that I could just jump. At least then I'd get to see someone.

 

But instead the car breaks down on the side of the road. It's extremely barren in a town no one knows. The night is dark and the air is cold. From the lack of houses in the distance, I can tell this place is old.

 

The woman's apologies ring through the night. She's crying profusely, it's quite a sad sight. I wish I could be of any use at all. I wish that I knew someone to call.

 

But I don't, I'm useless, an utter failure. My eyes well up too, because I know that I failed her. My thoughts begin to attack me again. I'm realizing this pain has no true end.

 

We both sit there crying for hours. No words are spoken, just tears in showers. I sit there wondering when my day would come. The day that I could finally go see someone.

 

Then, all of a sudden, a knock on the window. I look up to see a young, strapping fellow. He looks concerned and asks us if we need help. "Looks like your car's gone to hell."

 

We accept his offer and he tries his best. The car was proving to be quite the test. At last, he gives up. All is now lost. I now feel the guilt of all that I caused.

 

We sit there in silence, solemn contemplation. My thoughts run wild. None could be stationed. I look over at the woman, who is absolutely distraught. These are the spoils of a battle long lost.

 

But the man looks at us both, determination in his eyes. He then says, "Get out. And save your cries." We do as we are told, as there is nothing else to do. Then, he tells us to walk with him, too.

 

We do just that, down the lonely road we walk. All three of us there, all three of us talk. The man soon learns of my mental breakdown. And then, he says something rather profound.

 

"You're always trying to move so fast. You want an instant end to pain, but I tell ya that won't last. Just take it slow and hold on to hope. Don't try to solve your problems with the knot of a rope."

 

"But I have been trying, hope and all. But every time I do, I still take a fall. This failed trip is the perfect demonstration. I just want an end to my situation!"

 

"I know where you're going. And, we'll get there in time. Just walk with me now. A slower pace isn't a crime."

 

As we walk, I see lines of trees. I hear them rustle in the cool night breeze. I look at the grass swaying back and forth. I look to the sky and see the stars, of course.

 

I then start to realize what I've been ignoring all along. The beauty of slowness, a patient heart's song. I look over to the woman and she seems immersed too. I find this so strange, so… Brilliantly new.

 

This man has actually helped me, in a way I didn't expect. I start to feel calm in this unexpected depth. I ask who the man is, and the answer leaves me stunned. All the man said was one word,

 

"Someone."