He sits alone and suffers
In a deep depressive state
Knowing deep inside
He already knows his fate
He wonders that, when he's gone
If anyone would miss him?
He thinks, probably not
Because that's how it's always been
Once again his birthday passes forgotten
By those who say they care
On his special day
No one was there
No birthday wish
No present to open
No candles on a cake
To blow out hoping
He wants so much to end it all
He doesn't want to go on
He figures what's the big deal
He will not do anyone else any harm
His head is always hurting
His heart in constant pain
He no longer want's to play
In life's painful game
That's why he has to wonder
Who'll miss him when he's gone
Everyone else is so busy
With things they must do and carry on
So, he's thinking tonight might be the night
When the pain all comes to an end
He came into this world knowing no one
He'll go out without a friend
1-1-2010/RjH
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