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We lost a friend…he made his own life end…we had no time to prepare

News…hard to receive…harder to believe…that left us in despair.

 

Death disturbs me, it perturbs me, how it slashes like a knife

always lurking, coiling, smirking, ready to take a life.

 

Young or old, meek or bold, like a morbid game of chess

Poor or wealthy, sick or healthy, death takes us nonetheless.

 

No matter the season…sometimes without reason…from deaths clutches we can’t hide

It’s especially sad, it makes us mad…when death comes as a suicide.

 

Every day in the USA…suicides number 123

leaving friends and family to wonder…how did we blunder…what was it we didn’t see?

 

Who’s to blame, we sadly exclaim…we are dazed…confused…we’re stunned

We search our minds…how could we have been so blind….

was there more we could have done?

 

When he was blue, we wish he knew…on our strength he could have drawn

but it’s too late and now we bear the weight that someone we love is gone.

 

For the tragedy of his death, of his last breath, and why our tears are spilled

is not just that he’s passed…that he’s gone too fast…

but for the dreams he’s left unfilled.

 

 

https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/talk-to-someone-now/

The Tragedy of Suicide

We lost a friend…he made his own life end…we had no time to prepare
News…hard to receive…harder to believe…that left us in despair.

Death disturbs me, it perturbs me, how it slashes like a knife
always lurking, coiling, smirking, ready to take a life.

Young or old, meek or bold, like a morbid game of chess
Poor or wealthy, sick or healthy, death takes us nonetheless.

No matter the season…sometimes without reason…from deaths clutches we can’t hide
It’s especially sad, it makes us mad…when death comes as a suicide.

Every day in the USA…suicides number 123
leaving friends and family to wonder…how did we blunder…what was it we didn’t see?

Who’s to blame, we sadly exclaim…we are dazed…confused…we’re stunned
We search our minds…how could we have been so blind….
was there more we could have done?

When he was blue, we wish he knew…on our strength he could have drawn
but it’s too late and now we bear the weight that someone we love is gone.

For the tragedy of his death, of his last breath, and why our tears are spilled
is not just that he’s passed…that he’s gone too fast…
but for the dreams he’s left unfilled.


https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/talk-to-someone-now/
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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