There are people who need help, people you see everyday
Of course you wouldn't know who they are, they'd never admit it
Whether it be mental illness, anxiety, or just depression...
These people are trying to live...yet the world continues to be cruel and push and push and push..
Then one day they push back...
The loved ones, family and others suffer the most...
We are left alone, we cry, scream, and howl....
Yet we continue to live while they rest..why did this happen?
Could I have done more to prevent this...?
Why did they suffer in silence?
Why couldn't we have helped them?
Not an easy pill to swallow is it?
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