That’s the thing about suicide
The world goes on
It keeps spinning  
People keep living 
No one stops. 
Nothing stops. 
People keep being joyous
People keep being depressed
People keep laughing
People keep crying
The stars keep shining  
Children keep their innocence
Teenagers keep wishing to grow up 
Adults keep drinking their sorrows away
wishing to grow down 
That’s the thing about people
they keep going
They keep living
They keep doing the same thing
And the thing is
nobody cares
And the thing is
it doesn’t make sense