what makes a man lose the will to live,
vacant thoughts batter around his aching skull,
his drives gone and dying to a stopping shudder,
so much pain endured the last crawl is his final edit,

he casts off his worries when he sees the exit,
walk a mile or two in his shoes if you've the stomach to dare,
his heart has deflated and his mind desecrated,
he feels it would be best if he wasn't here,