WORDS OF THE DEAD

(SUICIDE)

Life is precious

Fill it with hope, fill it with dread
Fill it with lives, that have been led
Fill it with yours, fill it with mine
Fill it with plans, fill it with time
Fill it with hopes, fill it with dreams
Till it's breaking at the seams

Fill it with force, fill it with pain
Fill it with sun, fill it with rain
Fill it, fill it,

When your life is at an end
When you round your final bend
Write a letter; to the world
And send.

Fill it with love, fill it with hate
Let your thoughts dictate
And when I write my final line,

When my life is at an end
When I round my final bend
I'll write; a letter to the world
And send

But just know those left behind
Will be terrified
That you left them
They'll curse their mind
Analysing their actions
If they could have been more kind

They will, weep that you're dead
They will blame themselves
And feel compelled
To join you

So don't post; that letter
Don't even write the page
Because by doing so
You'll confine your friends to an early grave
Cause them much suffering
Leaving them wondering
Why
So