A Word Called Suicide
The word is called Suicide
A loss you can never hide
Some may think its taboo
Until it happens to you
The word suicide is not spoken
The acts and their deaths is our token
People and friends look at you strange
They can't understand the sudden change
Try and seek their compassion and advice
To them you feel like a pair of loaded dice
You bear a cross and carry the pain
Life seems so bitter and seems to wane
This is what suicide will do
I am a survivor and I suffer too
Author: Robert Walters Sr.
