X-Apathy

As he sat staring into space,
Eyes welling up,
Shocked at how unfair life was.
His thoughts turned to his work,
He labored day and night,
And they did nothing.
He did all the work,
And they took the credit.
He worked day and night,
And went back to an unruly house,
Wife nagging,
Children-
He shuddered at the thought,
Spoilt by his wife,
Resembling uncivilized wild animals in every sense.
He was always nice to people,
And they mistook it to be weakness.
They took advantage of him,
Mocking him,
Stalking him.
Always saying: "Look there he goes. What a Jerk!"
To escape from the pain,
He had turned to drinking,
From drinking to gambling.
He gambled night after night,
Bet day after day,
And lost badly.
He bet away his life savings,
His children's college money,
His wife's jewelry,
It was all his anyway.
Now he was badly in debt,
Those loan sharks were after him,
Their greed for money made them so evil,
Jaws would slink away.
Life was just so unfair.
He didn't have any money and they would kill him.
But he wouldn't let them,
No he won't.
He hated his job, his wife, his children, the people across the street,
those loan sharks,
Damn them all to hell! He thought.
But most of all he hated unmerciful life.
Unfair, unmerciful life.
With a trembling hand he reached into a drawer,
Knocking over the beer bottle
That sitting on the arm of his chair,
And brought out his savior.
As he put the nozzle inside his mouth,
As he pulled the trigger,
He muttered a final curse,
And was dead,
Drowned in the pool of his own self-pity