I sit and think, wondering how,
This story begins, confused, you shall,
Be lost again, among the days,
Teenage bliss, thrown away,

Parents lost, thoughts are broken,
Wincing at words others have spoken,
Deprived, tiss true, as words shall be,
Deprived of the good in life, is he?

Friends gone, The sky is gray,
Mist covering, the distance, in every way,
No hope, seeming, to shimmer in the dawn,
The crying pleas, If you will, a song.

No chance left, for help to come,
The mist, non-dispersed, eclipsed the sun.
Wishing thoughts, to leave him now.
Self loathing embodied, No question how.

How it became so simply dark,
So morbid it did, ouhine the lark
Its song, not sung, on souls escape,
Deprived of life, so this he’ll take.