How can a person live like this?
Sneaking into the darkness
Hiding between shadows
Living being dead
As much as a person can handle
Loneliness brings sorrow
Sorrow speaks through silence
Silence hides feelings
Sadness will always become
Depression, hiding from the
World being expressed as
Being okay, but not okay
How can we not save
Our loved ones from dead?
The destiny that everyone
Gets, but the one that we
Won't be prepared for
The end of the road is the
Only thing that we can't
Escape from, the only thing
That a person have for sure
No matter what we do to avoid it
We Cannot escape from it
From Dead