Written by: Annie De Lys

A person is a being
Not a toy, to be used and thrown away.
Why do people give up?
And take their lives day after day...

Yes, there is a time for going
But it's not for us to choose
There is always love in the world
A love that we can never lose.

Whether from a mother, father, sister or friend.
It is what keeps us alive.
Because we know that what ever happens
Their love is the ticket to survive.

What is the point in living
If you only have one goal?
To feed and care for yourslef only
Which carries on till' you are old.

What then when we are desperate?
Who will we call for help?
When we are all ill and dying
And can't even help ourselves.