To be lonely is not a feeling we crave
To walk among strangers that know not our name.
To have no future, to carry no past
Beyond tomorrow, to not know it’s our last.
To feel drained from within and raw from without.
To have no hope, to harbor no doubt.
The wolf at the door is howling in pain.
It knows no mercy, it knows no shame.
It loves with a passion that burns in the night
It lives in the darkness, it sees not the light
Depression will kill us less quick than a blade
As slowly but surely, our memories fade
The end of it all is less sad than to live
To learn to believe is to love what we give
What good are hope and faith
If what we believe is a lie?
If God is Love, then God help us
When it is our time to die
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