He sits alone in a room
thinking of the past
surprised how long he made it through
and how long that he had last

But now he sits alone and scorned
with nothing but his tears
abandoned by all the ones he loved
that left him through the years

And everyone that loves him still
are not very far away
they are all living with him
he wished they'd go away

They dwell within is conscious mind
and through his fleeting dreams
he tried and tried to drive them out
he's worse off than he seems

alone he sits and always will
but never truly so
he wonders why this curse is his
he simply wants to go

so far away, away from here
but he sits alone
the fact that no one's ever there
proves that he is home

Alone with the ones he loves
or that's the way it feels
and a thought slips past his mind
he wonders if he's real

perhaps he never really was
maybe he isn't him at all
maybe it really is their body
he's staring at the wall

motionless for hours on end
he simply sits and thinks
perhaps from this cup of life
he too deeply drinks

he slows rises up
and walks down through the hall
into a darkened room
and grabs the shotgun off the wall

he bows his head
he knows that this isn't right
this choice, though, is no longer his
he has lost the fight

his eyes slowly open
they are a deep cool blue
and suddenly he finds something
that he had never knew

Peace