I go into the sea, pockets laden with stone.

I am tired of this life, tired of being alone.

My life lost its meaning many years ago.

A few final tears as I see the waves flow.

The answers I sought never came my way.

So into depression I sunk deeper each day.

I prayed for one more chance every night.

Just to prove myself and to put things right.

But all my prayers alas where made in vain.

Now my life is shackled to torment and pain.

I found no shoulder to cry on, none at all.

Nobody to hear me or to answer my call.

A lonely life is meaningless, empty and bleak.

Now it’s up to God to deem me brave or weak.