Feeling deserted and all alone,
Like in a world of his own,
A one-man army,
With the whole world as the enemy.
Camping in his own secret zone,
And living a life of the unknown.
Loneliness has become his best friend,
He's searching for a way to bring that to an end.
Loneliness knows him by his name,
Ending the long-term relationship is his aim.
Hoping that the lonely dark night cloud rolls away,
Ushering in the brightness of a brand new day.
Stretched far beyond his limit,
Taking him to his depression's zenith.
Right at his frustration's peak,
Overwhelmed until he became weak.
Dismantled and eventually crushed,
Hoping to be soon re-assembled and brushed.
Frustration arising,
Bitterness Increasing,
Pushed hard against the wall,
That was like the battle call.
Calling for the anger of a depressed man.
Better put on every defensive amour you can.
Since there is hope for a dead tree to live again,
Then I know he can be made whole again.
His past was full of so much pain,
But his future still remains bright.
He will be strong in this battle and fight,
Until everything becomes alright.
(c)DK... March2009.
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