Taking your life,
By gun or knife,
It's just not right.
Thinking only of yourself
But what about everyone else,
Do we not count?
I tried to be there for you when you were down and out,
I suppose it wasn't enough,
Or maybe it was just too much.
I was coming to see you before you died.
The staff couldn't take me,
I got denied.
Wondering what I could have done different,
To keep you here in lifes existence.
I understand why you couldn't take anymore
But so soon did you have to knock upon Heaven's door?
If only you had waited,
Maybe your suicide we could have anticipated
Stopped it before it started.
And now we wouldn't be down hearted,
Sad and lost.
Your no longer in pain,
But at such an extreme cost.
Eventually it would have went away
Not permanently you see,
Just until you didn't grieve constantly.
That 22 is hard to bounce back from.
I want you to know that what you did,
It was dumb.
I will forever remember your cold dead face,
That's the last thing I see in your place.
A gaping hole in your head,
I know your not happy now that your dead.
Our family has been torn apart,
No more Christmas or Thanksgiving that's just the start.
My heart has been broke in two,
At the sight of death and you.
Lying in your casket,
Surrounded by lovely flower baskets.
Many people cared for you,
But your pain blinded your view
I was there until the very end,
And you will always be my very best friend,
I looked to you for advice,
Although I wasn't allways nice.
I know you tried to....
Written for my Brother Oakley Thurston Scott 4-3-01. RIP Oaktree.