ever wonder what they're thinking,
The worries and tensions they carry inside,
Thinking one day all pain will subside.
They don a smile when they meet someone,
But inside they cry,
They are failures, losers and a nobody they think,
and as days go by they begin to sink.
They call the angel of death to their door,
Maybe by sipping the death liquid or falling 100 feet down to the floor,
They attempt to take their lives into their hands,
They have no clue in heaven or hell they'll land.
Some blame others and some blame themselves,
for some failure overcomes them,
everyone says humans have immense potential,
But when it runs out, life seems insubstantial.