suicide: the conclusion

i write poems of death, greiving, life, and pain people who couldn't hold on those who were not sane of tempers, of hearts oh what else to say death is not the answer the is another way look forward in your heart past emptiness you feel to find that life is greater that what can seem so real why does pain seem worthy love and trust not near but if you listen closesly that's angel wings you hear open up your eyes see people with nothing more they smile, they laugh oh what do they laugh for their lives are bitter pennyless no home, no shelter from rain oh why do they smile and laugh when they should feel the pain its love that graces their arms hope that mends their heart for tomorrow is another day another chance to start so look forward to tomorrow for life can be much worse lay rest you blade tonight no longer dwell on your curse look forward to tomorrow look forward to the next tonight as you lie down your head think once more of this text and know there others out there that feel the pain you do but they look forward with hopeful eyes perhaps you should try too