This pain is so much, almost too much to bear-

But the pain would subside if I had someone here,

Someone to share the misery with-

But no, thats not the case, instead Im all alone dealing with this s***.

Everyday grows worse, and the pain increases-

Nothing will stop till this depression unleashes;

There's always new news, always slick-

The kind that makes your stomach sick.

There's no point in going on, pursuing a life pre-assigned,

One already picked out for you: pre-destined,

All the pain in the world

Didn't need another victim.

"One door closed another door opened," could go two ways-

Take the door leading to somewhere unknown, or the one opened to a "better" way,

But say the one leading to a better way needs a key,

A key you lack, what then, you'll never be free?