A head full of pain
A hand full of pills
A determination to leave this world today.
A soul that can’t cope
Empty of hope
A life on the brink ready to blink out.
Who’s there to save them if no one around
Who’s there to help them when no one hears a sound.
We have become disconnected as a human race
Lost our unity in illusory time and space,
Barely talk to each other on tube train to work
Ignoring the faces of pain and of hurt.
Is this what it has come to a million lost souls
Floating discordant in an uncaring world
Where desperation and Misery are themes of today,
When people treat it like contagion
And keep themselves away.
So people become isolated, a prisoner in their home,
Scared of a world that they should feel is home.
And flash back to the person with a head full of pain
A hand full of pills we see what they became,
Just another statistic of a world that doesn’t care
Lying dead on the floor with a wide open stare.
Their pain is now over
Their suffering has gone
Along with the love which is now forlorn.
fauxcroft 
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