Kayama

A sad little man

In a sad little world,

He writes with no name

And he struggles with pain

He is to strong to show it

But to weak to know it

He is all alone

Away and unknown

With no love that can

Reach the sad little man

Who tries with his might

If he could make it right

Not to cry

Or at least to die

Of the pain inside

Thoughts of suicide

He is not strong enough to resist

But not weak enough to insist

Alas he rests compleatly amiss

Crying gently with a clentched fist