I once talked and once shared,
Of dreams and ambitions despaired.
I once opened and once closed,
Of nightmares so jusxtaposed.
It has choked and mangled,
A poor man's ears and heart.
Discomfort like no other,
Has shrouded his own mind.
To take away one's life,
Leaves gravestones and scars.
But to talk about suicide,
Leaves no other choice but to die.
There are people who care and people who don't. Always look out for the good people, because someone might just dig a grave for you and persuade you to sleep in it.