It was like life was a chain link fence and we watched as you spent your days trying to chew your way through
It always seemed so suffice you'd smile that smile while embracing the demon because you still saw hope on the other side
This day was different so much was lost the struggle to hard
In silence for five hours you struggled with the thoughts, pacing back and forth fighting the voices inside your head I can see the sweat pouring from your eyes
Today there was no answer, no hope no fixing the pain inflicted...the sorrow caused so today, gun in hand...you blew yourself straight through to the other side
Looking back now seeing you gnaw at the chain links...I wonder if I could have done more maybe held you just a minute longer or listened better with embracing ears
With a tear in my eye, memories intact in my heart my good byes fall upon your rock hard shell the chain link fence a symbol of your inner hell
I looked into the eyes of your children searching for a glimpse of you but you took that glimmer of joy from them the minute the gun shot blew
A single Calla Lily is what I dropped on your grave today a single meaningless gesture on your stone cold grave
I know this isn't great but I wanted to express how I felt after my friend committed suicide this week and his funeral was yesterday..