I’ve written “end” notes before. How is this any different? I can’t see any point… …maybe hearing my child laugh? …seeing a sunset? …hearing a bit of music that touches my soul? …everything is dark to me now. So dark… and trapped in a box of pain. Pain without end. Soul-weary pain. It is my Despair. My old friend Despair. Come to sit and be with me. I know you, old friend. I know you.