Why?

Age, illness, poverty, some even face homelessness. I think quite a few people face what this poem is written about.

Life had been up and down, and living it seemed a nightmare

Imagine how you spend your day and you don't have friends who care
You used to work, enjoyed your time, you used to love what you did
But now you'd dropped off your world... you didn't ask for your skid
You had surgery, you had a stroke, you didn't even know
Your memory vanished, your speech had gone, you didn't know where to go
One by one people walked away, you didn't know about 'when'
Your income dried up, recovery too long, you'd never be normal again
Hugs that you'd loved were gone too soon, writing became just your life
The only thing that you now could do to stay out of strife
You shut yourself into your little room, your voice disappeared too
Your tears were just for you now, you hid them because you knew
You thought about what was up ahead, where you'd be on your own
You planned to leave, to catch up with your mum, to walk into the unknown
No-one who cared, no-one who came, no-one you could love
They didn't come back when you chose to leave, their push seemed to turn into shove
So now it was the end of your time, you'd worked out how to do it
No-one noticed you shutting the door, no-one else seemed to fit
You lay down to end this miserable life, to sleep, to go see your mum
You could see her, you could hear her say 'I love you, just come'
And when your life had gone, and you lay there with no reason to cry
You'd never hear the people who came, and who had to ask
'WHY?'