Death

What makes a person let go?
How does a person get so sad and lonely?
That they just give up and don’t want to go on.
How does a person live each day wishing they were dead?
Lying in their bed at night thinking of death
Not getting any sleep to lonely and deprived
Of love and hope and joy and happiness inside
They dont love them self so they assume no one does
Little do they know, that somewhere someone does