My brother once asked me this question But by the time I knew the answer, he was gone
What’s left When life, is cherished no longer and you can’t see through the tears What’s left when your tired of elusive happiness and searching for truth without fears
There was a time I thought I knew, what this life was all about And if you asked me, I could tell you What to look for along the route But that time for me is now long gone And memories once strong have faded Now I see life through eyes of death My conviction’s gone sour, I’m jaded
What’s left When you’ve put the gun to your head And consciously made your decision What’s left When your finger is upon death’s trigger And there’s no turning back, no remission What’s left When you’re gone
Only now dear brother is the answer so painfully clear
A hole in your head A hole in our lives A hole in our hearts And A hole in the ground
My brother took his own life many years and many tears ago... He was 21. I still miss him, sometimes angrily, sometimes sadly... He killed himself because the woman he loved left him and in his depression he could see no other way to end his pain... The anniversary of his suicide is coming up in January and after 38 years the only hole that's been filled is the hole in the ground. There have been many times in my life that I thought I wanted to join him, but I pull this old poem out and reread it and I know that whatever it is that's depressing me can be dealt with without going to that extreme! Don't give into depression! It's but a day in life and once you decide to continue you'll find you have so many good days to live that a few bad days aren't worth throwing it all away for! Make the choice to continue! Make the choice to live!