Life at its best I’m proud to have seen
Unhappily all has gone but a lying magazine
The heart longs to repeat those special days
Pondering why the road always goes astray
Whether to ones choosing or not, one had left many scars upon it’s near-perfect body —
some self-inflicted, others thru minor accidents caused by upheavals in others natural
temper.  But no one could assure another soul, that every day would be fill with pamper.
How does it feel to let a person suffer, in a Biblical sense, amongst endless internal
torment, or in the context of modern day science, diagnosed as a state of clinical
depression.  Worst of all, the choice was not at all at one’s dispension.