When you think life,

What do you see,

A scenic natural location,

Or some beautiful creation,

When the word life’s associated with so much beauty,

Then why do many people end theirs in hurry,

If something so positive and hopeful can turn,

Into something dark and something people can,

Hate it with all they got that they are ready to end their consciousness,

Go to a place where there is no hope left to harness,

I wonder what they see when they think about life,

Living in an abyss, barely alive.