The Silent Cry Of Suicide Poem by Wendy Lynne Richardson

He lost the will to live,
no longer the desire to thrive,
happiness to him was deprived,
he felt as no one cared he survived,
he was lost without the drive,
sadness took over he couldn't revive,
he wasn't even the age of twenty-five,
even with babies love couldn't keep him alive,
darkness took over as his will took a dive,
he left the earth alone as his life now an archive,
we miss you friend and that's no lie,
only wish the chance to say good-bye,
maybe even convince you to give life another try,
the question will always be why,
as our hearts are broken and tears we cry,
may your soul be free and you rest in peace.