How many times have I thought of you So glad something I never could do Sweet slumber Becoming just another number Just wanting it over To be placed in a bed of clover It would be so easy to do Then I think of all of you Only thing that keeps you from winning Is the love I have for the living The ones I would leave behind Grieving till the end of time Leaving them there to cry Wondering why Why did I die Why I would never again see the sun Wondering what they could have done They are doing everything now For it is because of them I stay around The only reason I don’t pick up a gun ‘Cause they are my sun To watch them grow They are the source of my glow Even when we put one in the ground They still will be my reason for being around
Reason for writing:
No matter how bad it gets, suicide is not the answer. It effects more then just you. Think of your loved ones and how they would feel without you around. Comments Always Welcome.
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