No Goodbye

I never got to speak those words.

For you to know that you were heard.

I never got to say goodbye.

You were innocent: hadn't even matured.

Before you were sent home.

And left me alone.

For years I couldn't even roam.

So attached to the things that were.

Wishing that I could be her.

Wishing that I could have saved you.

Wishing the past hadn't come true.

For I never knew.

I didn't know what you were going through.

I couldn't help.

And I have to live with that truth.

Knowing I couldn't save you.

And now it is too late. 

What a twisted fate.

To end a life before it truly began.

When you do whatever you can.

But it still isn't enough.

Why'd the going have to be so tough?

And now you are gone and I'm here.

And I didn't know of true fear.

Until I thought of who you could have been.

All the times we talked about meeting again.

All the memories I think about too often.

What would I have done to be there.

What would I have done for you to know that I care.

If I had answered that call would you have shared?

Could I have saved you from an escape.

Cut through all the bull red tape.

To help mend your mind into shape.

Instead of letting it sink into darkness.

Into gloom.

Into the doom:

 of suicide.

Where so many have fallen before.

And so many will fall after.

This is the saddest chapter.

Of the book of life.

Where grieving parents and friends alike.

Come together and make the hike.

Of losing a soul.

Well before they were done with their role.

And I believe that takes a piece, a toll.

That some may never get back.