Most people ask why did he die? <br />Why did he take that gun? <br />To shoot himself to pieces, <br />did they think that it was fun? <br />They don't know all the torture, <br />the heart ache and the pain, <br />that made him pick up that small gun, <br />and blow out that small brain. <br />They can't imagine how he felt, <br />i know, i've been there too! <br />so i don't ask the questions, <br />his friends are going to. <br />The question is could we have helped? <br />could we have saved a life? <br />the life that couldn't cope in this, <br />world of pain and strife. <br />The truth is that we didn't care, <br />anough to help one soul, <br />until he took his life it seems, <br />that riches were our goals. <br />So then we find that money can't, <br />bring back the man called friend, <br />it seemed that all our purposes, <br />are at a big dead end. <br />Until he took away from us, <br />his body and his care, <br />we didn't know all of his pain, <br />tghe pain we might have shared..<br /><br />I wish i was as invisable as he made me feel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wake-up-lives-are-at-risk/
