You weren't there
it's not the same
no one would know.

But what if I was,
what if it was,
what if I did know?

You see it's not the same without you any more.
Friend, brother, pillar of strength which I sought.
Why did it end like this? Why did you go this way?
Why didn't you ask for help? Why didn't we see the signs?
How could we have missed something like this,
that now instead of signs,
now we're left missing you.

I'm sorry.
But you weren't supposed to go like this,
not like this.

Friends, countrymen, let anyone who has an ear hear,
let anyone who has heart feel,
let me tell you.

Suicide. IS. NOT. and NEVER WILL BE. An acceptable solution.
There is help out there.
There are answers to your questions. Just as there was for me.

Please.
I tire of adding the names to the ever growing list.
I tire of checking the calendar to see more of the dead than the living left to celebrate.
Every year I wonder.
How many of us few.
Us merry few.
Will there be many of us left,
before we are old and gray?
How many will be left to laugh and smile
while we wither away.