When your life's misery knows no bound,
when your happiness is never recorded as found.
Should you take the liberty,
to end your apathy?

There's an entire world out there,
about each one there you do care.
When not a soul talks to you back,
why do you still run on life's track?

Not a soul loves you; the one who claims to,
trust me my dear, would be better of without you.
Why extend your misery,when limited could be your days?
Yet,to relive this burning soul, you have been confused by the ways.