The day that you left us
There was nothing we could do.
Pain we were not aware of,
Our love could not pull you through.
Questions I have asked over the years,
I don’t have an answer for.
The times we should have shared,
Are gone forevermore.
Suicide, it’s painful,
Even though you are free.
The hurt remains forevermore,
A dark eternity.
Could I have done something more?
Maybe just a little more?
Would my voice have pulled you through,
Instead of lifeless on the floor?
All that’s left are memories,
Moments frozen within time.
Sometimes I think it’s selfish,
But then I know it’s not a crime.
For suicide is painful,
We carry it every day.
Our pain remains forever,
Though yours has gone away.
