I gaze upon your headstone
and think about your life so brief
you left this earth so very young
leaving us awash with grief

What could have been so terrible
that death was your best choice
I guess we'll never know now
as you chose not to raise you voice

If only you had told us,
talked to me, or mum, or dad
Would it still have been so desperate
would it still have been so bad

I fight against the anger
lest its colour make me blind
But what about the rest of us
the ones you left behind

The ones with all the questions
whose answers we'll never know
Why did you choose to leave us
Why did you have to go

I pray one day I'll have a dream
in which you'll come to me
And explain what was so terrible
so of this guilt we will be free