• He hates himself enough
    To kill himself but never die.
    He thinks that life's to tough
    To do anything but lie.
    In his life he sees no purpose
    But to cause him pain.
    Those he tries to draw close,
    His life, they seem to drain.
    Why does he continue on
    Through this dark and dreary land?
    He must see hope is long since gone,
    Worn from this deserts sand.
    Can someone on this Earth
    Find a place of healing?
    Few are those can give rebirth,
    And fewer still are willing.