I read in the paper today,
That you have died and gone away.
Your life cut short by suicide,
An act that you can never hide.

Life can be so cruel at times,
Making you feel like a fool at times.
I know how you felt before you died,
I know how hard it is to decide,
Should you live or die,
End it all or just cry.

You feel as though you can't take it anymore.
You feel that your life is a closed door.
You pray every day for it to end,
But in your mind you know you'll never win.

The days grow longer and bleaker,
Your spirit grows depressed and weaker.
The world seems to pass you by,
That's when you wonder why,
Why did this happen to me,
Why did this have to be?

Sometimes you wonder if there is life after death,
Did you wonder before you took your last breath?
And when you've lost all hope,
And you have no one you can confide,
Did you ponder if life is better on the other side?

Then comes the end,
When the weight of your problems are upon your shoulders,
Weighing you down like massive boulders.
Your world comes to a halt,
And falls to pieces like grains of salt.
You end all your strife,
By taking your life.