She died, perhaps not by choice
But she took the first step
Her actions where clear
It's what she wanted
At least at the time

He died, Perhaps by his choice
But his steps led him to it
His actions causing ours
He will be missed

I didn't die, I am still here
They left me all alone
Can they feel my tears?
Perhaps this life has no answers
Just qestions that fill our minds.

But honestly why chose to die?

Life gets rough, we suck it up.
Things go bad, we get tough.
When something breaks
That can't be replaced
we find a replacement
That fits perfect in its place.

If every time we lost
Someone cried
Or life simply got to bad
The person took the step of dying.

I cant say I didn't cry,
Cant say I didn't try,
Couldn't stop it, why?

Because I never knew.

But honestly why chose to die?

I saw the grieving. the weeping.
The devastation of them leaving.
Anger pumped through my vains,
if they weren't dead I'd kill them anyways.

Can you say your life's that bad.
The people who helped you up
meant nothing and with that you treat them so

Perhaps I'm nothing, perhaps the others are to
But now we have a life, we have to move on
You, you are dead and gone,
Buried or burned, I care not to know.

My tears will dry, my days go on.
Though you will be thought on now and then
Your stuck running in place.

Honestly why chose to die?
Why would you chose to die?
Why would I?