Difference between lives best left said,
do not compare, don’t get caught dead
People experience different things different ways
Better to sympathize than to relate
I once said me too, to too many different things
failed to see all the trouble ‘Twould bring
To want to take my own live, without considering
Others who truly did who I cared for and who’d cared for me
My best friend attempted recently such a thing
Not realizing to me how much pain it would bring
If she did, I really would too
Me too if I’m too late,
There’d be nothing more to do
And when now others simply remark such words
I think of them, oh, I think
‘how pereverse’
They and you may yet know one day
know what it’s like to be too, to be too too late
For a dear friend, and for dear others who may be as I once was or am now. Or how she was and is.
