Some people just can’t understand suicide
They say all kinds of things
And when they’re done you still feel dead
And now a bit more silent.
Some people can’t relate to suicide
They say they have never had the thought
And then they still keep speaking boldly
After their admission of ignorance.
Some people don’t approve of suicide
And feel the need to say such things
I’m not sure what they think their words
Would do to someone on the brink.
If you have never wanted to die
Then of course you never would have thought
How you might, by your own hand
Make that thought come real.
And I know life is hard-fought precious
And that it brings so many pains
And that its beauty gets obscured
By all the many sins and stains.
Some people know the darkness
And how it feels at night
Some people know the torture
And still they found a light.