I’m looking all around me
At what I used to be
The friends I had by my side
Friendships I thought would never die
It seems things never last
As time gets away so fast
And we’re left standing on our own
When we thought we’d never be left alone
The first time that this occurred
I was a little disturbed
He gassed himself in his car
Leaving everyone else scarred
Everyone that he left behind
Wondered how the world could be so unkind
All I could do was frown
And say ‘that’s another one down’
He called me for a friend
Didn’t know it had happened again
My phone out of reach
He couldn’t get a hold of me
So he put a knife to his wrist
Thought his life was worth the risk
All I could do was frown
And say ‘that’s another one down’
With a gun in one hand
He thought he would make a stand
Put the bullet in his head
And he was simply dead
So all those left around him
Questioned why he’d pull the pin
All I could do was frown
And say ‘that’s another one down’
Then he took a handful of pills
Knowing that it would kill
He smiled and said goodbye
Knowing that he would die
So they all bowed their heads
When they heard that he was dead
All I could do was frown
And say ‘that’s another one down’
Another suicide
Another wasted life
Another misunderstood
Another we never thought would
Another one who paid the cost
Another life so sadly lost
Another person in the ground
And that’s another one down
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very intense poem about suicide. Suicide seems to hit you hard, but you pretend to not let it bother you. Deep down inside, it touches you somewhere, but you don't want to deal with it. It's just another one down. Keep writing, the light will come when you look beyond your self to help someone else. You're a very powerful writer, because of what you've gone through. Don't waste your talent on suicide, you have a higher purpose in life. Look forward to reading more of your poetry when I can. RoseAnn