Preventable Suicide
Guilt haunts me to this day;
Your sad face is melted to my brain.
The echo of conversations...
I could have eased your pain.
Your body was once so strong,
but now, against God's will,
with dried tears stained upon your cheeks,
you'll lie forever, cold and still.
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