Suicide
Suicide is hurtful
To many, not just few
It makes you sad, oh so sad
Like your soul has split in two
Suicide is easy
For those with just too much
To do, to make, to have, I know
That life brings on this stuff
Suicide is there
Haunting like a ghost
It looms dark on our horizon
Like a dark cloud ready to burst
Suicide is final
The end of everything
The last regret of mortal life
You have naught left to do
Suicide hurts people
Those aside from you
The ones you left behind, they cry
And wish they had died too.
Copyright © Aerin Brown | Year Posted 2005
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