Beautiful Sire, but yet sad. To think allover the world, people go to bed wishing they were dead. Those that have bipolar my dear, feel that way. Wishing there day would end, never to come back again. I have many friends, that starts there days that way. Including my sister, my friend. I try in many ways to help understand, that many pains can go away. Doing different things, to live again. Writing their pains in to poems, that helps. Not giving up is the way to go. So just keep trying to let them we Do understand, by trying be their luving friends.