Escaping Heartbreak.

A little long night doesn't make him feel so he's going to have to do the rest.
Unable to speak, his heart broken, wrenched.
Dining upon the misery to which she did inflict.
Wasted and dark the insides of his chest.
His creative mind complex was all that was left.
What must he do?
When will it end?
It began once he picked up his pen.
He wrote his farewell and put the gun to his head.
Smiling he said, "this is all that there is".