Through countless years
Almost endless days
Thoughts of suicide
Played banjo with my emotions
And here I am at a funeral
Watching people cry and wither
Wilting in their realization
Their beloved is gone
Sad to say
There's no silence in suicide
They'll moarn till they die
Think of ways to off themselves
Gun shots echo
Sounds of nooses tightening
Pill bottles emptying
Bodies dropping
There's no silence in suicide
Death just echoes