suicides and sunsets

i do nothing but stare at sunsets as the world passes by.
feel nothing but the grass and the trees by my side.
theres nothing left to gain. nothing to come back for.
promise you wont come looking. promise you wont feel regret.
this was never meant to hurt you, theres nothing left to help.
you did what you could and forgave what you knew.
ignored the growing darkness, that left nothing as it grew.
i tried to tell you everytime, but id lie and say im fine.
i dont want you to worry, you have your problems ahead. r
emember these simple parting words and promise me youll stay.
Every suicide is a sunset, an oppurtunity.
A chance to be remembered and a way to be set free.