Suicide

Suicide

People carry their burdens
Often never saying
How overwhelmed they've become
The toll that they are paying

Cold steel to the palate
To the tongue the taste of oil
5 pounds of pull
To leave this mortal coil

So many people scream why
What could have been the reason
No one will ever know
It could've just been the season

Was it lack of love
Was it lack of caring
Was it too much of both
Was it more than could stand bearing

Questions, questions, questions
Things that can't be said
Questions, questions, questions
Too late for now they're dead