Suicide

So many have cried,
They felt no one tried,
Tried to care.
To end their pain,
They found this train.
It was the easy way out,
Without a doubt.
They thought it was best,
For there was no one to trust.
So many names,
So many days,
And so many ways.
They are gone now,
From life,
Not from another heart or mind.
It wasn't their time,
But they already left,
To join the Sorrows of Death.
So many have cried,
They felt no one tried,
Tried to save another life.
For the one who is gone,
They stepped on a train,
To take away their pain.
They have died,
For something tempted them,
Its name,
Suicide.





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