Sucide From the Living's Point Of View

Why'd you do it?
Just coudn't handle life anymore.
You idiot, too blind to see,
How many people cared for you,
How many miss you
How many asking why'd he do it?

And was it because of me
And why couldn't I save him
And was there something I could have done.

Did you ever know how many people showed at your funeral?
Your crying mother, who will never see her baby boy again,
Your weeping father, never able to play ball with his son again,
Your older brother who loved that kid,
That girl whose world was you,
All those who ever cared was great in number
Was crying over you.

But, you don't deserve their tears,
For how much grief you caused them.
For their whole lives,
They'll be asking why?

Why'd he do it?