Melancholia

                                                                                             Fading into the dark,  Now the perfect anecdote for my life,  In unknown lands my destiny parks,  This wound is a bullet, not a knife. All the foes offer is a snark, This black potency is rife, Redemption of brightness has no arc, So compendious is life.

  The ringing bells of life, Forever stop tolling As I stand at the edge And feel the heavens calling The moon's shining brightest  On my darkest night the mortal sins of the past Faced with every ounce of my might No dark without light, No bark without bite, No conquests in life or death, Without a distant sight Washed over with the peace, Of the stillness of the dark If I could have one more chance, O lord ,thou must Hark As I step over the edge, Contemplating the ghosts of my past, This grave sin shall be paid for, in perhaps the next life, Of this eternal misery we reach the last.

He couldn't fathom how this could happen to him, why fate would be so cruel as to tear his parents away from him. He was consumed by overwhelming feelings of confusion, betrayal, and despair. He felt like he had nothing left to live for, like his entire world had been ripped away from him and he was left adrift in a sea of emptiness and despair.  The following days were a blur for Luka as he struggled to come to terms with his loss. He stopped going to classes and stopped eating and sleeping. His grades began to drop, and his health began to deteriorate. He became consumed by thoughts of suicide, and began to plan his own death. He tried to seek help, but found it hard to open up to anyone about his feelings. He felt like no one could understand what he was going through and that he was too smart for anyone to be able to help him. He isolated himself from the world, spending most of his time locked in his room. As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, Luka...

  "Luka, solve this one for me, will ya?" "It's the third one, and you're a freshman at 26, dumbass. Don't waste my time. " "What'd ya' say to me, ya' punk ass bitch?" "You heard it. And what are you gonna do about it?" This was pretty much the life of Luka Greenacre. Learning to speak at 4 months old, simple arithmetic at an year old, high school algebra at five, and advanced calculus at seven, he was what you would consider a prodigy. A freshman in Dartmouth at twelve, he was the youngest ever, the perfect SAT probably being the least impressive part of his resume.  Having written a research paper at 8 and filing his parents taxes when kids his age were learning to color inside the lines, egotistical was an understatement for him. Arrogance bursting through his veins, he put his peers down almost every opportunity he got. Perhaps the most valued at his school, no one really took action on the complaints against him. One ...