I know why the suicide dies <br />I know his secret wheres and whys <br />I know all right, why the suicide dies <br />And you can bet, it's nothing pretty <br /> <br />I know why he's gone astray <br />It's all the words his brain kept saying <br />And never stayed quiet, till he went insane <br />Some was bad, but some just petty <br /> <br />He couldn't stop thinking; I don't know why <br />And part was truth and part was lie <br />Scary things, that made him cry <br />And don't ever think, it was pretty <br /> <br />It wasn't romantic, it wasn't cool <br />He opened his veins like a bloody fool <br />He wanted to stop that unraveling spool <br />Still, you could never be ready <br /> <br />He tried to save the man inside <br />The ones whose wounds were opened wide <br />It was far too late, to consider pride <br />But it was never pretty.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-why-the-suicide-dies/
