His tired spirit was crying
As he walked without his friends.
The road it seemed so long,
With pressure he could not defend.
A sense of isolation,
And humility arose upon his face.
When he looked down, and saw the ground,
He knew he was at the place.
In pools of tears, he tried to
Remember, who had ever cared?
Thoughts of jumping, reality,
All were making him scared.
He took one last look over the edge,
To see what he could see.
He decided, and his conclusion was,
"I'll suffer through more misery."
As the days went by, he got worse,
But his tears eventually subsided.
He looked around, he was all alone,
With nobody to confide in.