Lowest Low

The lowest low is here again,
and I don't understand,
these creeping thoughts of suicide,
that take me by the hand,
I don't find life demanding,
and pain's deft fleeting blow,
Doesn't really bother one,
who's lost their fiery glow.
Cause pain leads into numbness,
and the numbness doesn't care,
if this life is good or bad,
cause no one's friends aren't there.
and not they should be at the call,
to catch you everytime you fall,
but once you've fallen pick you up,
and take your hand and offer cup,
of love to let you know you aren't alone.
But if they're never there to know,
you'll never see that love is shown,
and so you'll always bleed life out,
and you will die there is no doubt.
and the only one who said they cared,
couldn't make it to share,
the love you needed so desparately,
and so you're left with only me.
and even I no longer have the time
to deal with life unkind,
and so I just tick down to nothing,
soon there'll be no sound.
But not a soul will care,
because not one of them's around.