Suicide

They say that suicide is painless Forgotten like the days that are nameless, They say that the pain it is never there So, I wonder then, why should we really care. I also question if that is what they really think How badly they say that their life does stink, But, no matter how much they say they suffered or bled Isn't to live always much better than being dead. They say that suicide is painless But, it is never stainless, For those who die they will always leave a mark As though to others they are screaming, ‘Hark'! To some they never say why they did die And they never leave a reason, or the question why, If they say there is never left a stain There is always indeed left the pain. They say that suicide is painless Maybe it is, but it is always gainless, The person who is dead and that is wept for Are the same tears that we weep for the poor. When any poor soul commits suicide No longer can they runaway and or hide, Like the coming of a winter's storm Whenever there is a suicide, it is never the norm. Randy L. McClave