The depths of pity in their eyes,
scared him more than the darkness that lurked behind,

Or maybe it was the pain in his heart,
that scared him from going away from the shadows of life;

Possibly, it was the ugly happiness that would be left behind,
that scared him from running away forever.

For it could be the fear of someone remembering him through the hard times,
that scared him from leaving the clutches of pain,

Or the still screams of silence that could be heard in the worst of his lonely days,
that scared him from taking away his life.

Maybe it was seeing everything stop for them while they stood at his grave,
that scared him from falling in the abyss to never come back,

But he never knew why the fear crept and swayed him from the beautiful death,
he went on letting the fear take over him and lived on maybe as a blank canvas with no colors to be painted upon.