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