Every day, many lives are taken,
unfortunate accidents happen,
to people who dream of living,
a life of love, joy, peace, and giving.

I wish it was me instead of them,
that would mean no overwhelm.
With nothing more to lose now,
I wonder how I could swap somehow.

I complain that a thought of me,
didn't stop your beautiful mind;
when you took a rope to flee,
from the despair that turned you blind.

Why would you think of me?
I had let go for your happiness,
not giving a hint that I was at sea;
dying slowly from the heaviness.

A few days of mourning, it'll be alright,
you thought, a few more to move on.
But when you left, I lost the light,
I'm stumbling and falling, worn and torn.

I see,
I understand,
At least I think I do.
The pain that weighed you down,
snatched away all the hope left in your big heart,
and finally made you succumb,
and give into it.

I know,
I realize,
Because I feel it now.
I have just touched the tip of the ice-berg,
of what you went through and I am thinking of giving up.
Not holding a thing against you,
but just wishing,
you were here.