Suicide is such a common thing
The people who have done it, will never know the sting.
The sting they’ve left the others to feel
Most people wonder, what’s the big deal?
The people who are commiting this awful crime
Never really stop to take the time
The time to wonder what their friends will say
How they’ll live each and every day.
You might not realize it when you’re alone
But when you leave, the world seems to go to stone.
Nothing seems right anymore
Seeing your best friend lying on the floor
You should have listened, you should have been there
Your best friend, now dead, will never know how much you cared.
If only you hung out with her that night
If only you and her didn’t get in that fight
It’s funny how a little object, such as a knife
Could take something so precious, such as your life.
Something I wrote for a friend, who lost her friend to suicide. It’s not the best, but I put it up here so I won’t lose it.