When Life Becomes To Heavy -
And, Lord Knows I Have Tried
To Carry This Burden With Me,
I Can't Run and I Can't Hide - So The Only Answer...
Swallow Your Pride - This Day Has Died.
SUICIDE
There was death hanging in the air today
Not just any death, not just any man, takes a bit of breadth to really understand
The brevity of the situation here; the gravity of the speculation clearer
There are no words to say, just pray.
He left us when the sun went down last night
He was in his prime, the panic clings, knowing not the time or by what means,
Full throttle down that slippery slope, pills and a bottle; periphery hope
Not enough to make it right, he couldn’t fight
Found him lying in the hall by the bedroom door
This man who out lived his youth simply could not forgive the truth
When spoken by those ghosts; those broken souls he needed most
Needs for so much more, pleads the touch they all ignored
Death waits until we call for it to come - come stay
Now he sleeps free of pain, she weeps for the man insane
Seconds become suspended here, inside this distended sphere
The room turns a muted gray; the gloom churns out a crude display
He chose to take his own life; he took the poison and died
Depression begs the question why, repression wins but the best will try
To find those feeling senses as all the mind reeling commences
Was this all just selfish pride? Gone are the answers with his suicide.
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