We never know

We lose ourselves
in the stories of others
Whose pain fill shelves
and many front covers

But we never see,
we never truly know,
what they'll never be
and where they'll never go.

They end their pain,
their utter sorrow,
and end their lane
towards the morrow.

A life is lost.
Someone is dead.
Such a high cost,
for going to bed.

(optional verse)
For life is no game,
There is no win or lose,
Life is lame.
Ending if we choose.