It sneaks in as it's slipping your guard
It pulls you in then it'll rip you apart
Depression hits and we don't know why
The reason has no rhyme to why we cry
It's darkness and thunder
An attack from with under
Don't blame the one that's gone
No they were never alone
Make no mistake there's an enemy at play
He won't escape judgment and then he'll have to pay
A tragedy such a sad way to go
The ones left behind seem to hurt the most
Don't blame yourselves they never did
It was hope stolen from within
If peace was easy Jesus wouldn't had to die
Just know He holds the one who breaks and cries
Sometimes we lose in the flesh
Just so our soul can rest
Don't try to understand
It's beyond strength of man
Our exit here isn't the end
Jesus has never left a friend
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Very well done. Powerful and poignant.
Thank you Thomas! I wrote this for a friend who lost his son to suicide. Deciding if I should share it with him or not.
be blessed jesus
you jolly jester
gesticulating friend
Thank you
Wonderful write but poignant. Great job, suicide is such a serious topic but you wrote about it well
Thank you Christina
As you said it so well we are here to pick up the pieces and not to put together the puzzle-it’s kind that you are there for a friend through tragedy, yet your reassurance and answers won’t suffice the gravity of their heavy heart-we can just be there in support…
Thank you Parisab, and you're right. Some things words just can't heal.
This is so touching. I had 10 friends who committed suicide at very young ages. I wish they knew. Cuz your right we are here to pick up pieces. Not replace or fix them.
Thank you Lil! I know losing each friend broke you a little more each time, leaving your heart in it's own puzzled pieces. I watched a family break inside losing a member to suicide, and I wrote that for them as my own heart broke trying to understand the pain.
I can see. Your such a great writer.It broke my heart every time. And I still feel the emptiness and no one can replace them. But I need to not be caught in the past.
Their memories stay alive, they live through you.
Yes they do.
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