STOP Suicide Poems

STOP Suicide Poems

Poems about Suicide and Depression

When a family member commits suicide, the entire family is plunged into confusion and grief. Life is instinctually valued by all of life's creatures. Even a blade of grass or flower fights for the privilege of life. When someone close to you voluntarily ends their lives, your entire value system is thrown into question. Family members may also be consumed with guilt, thinking that they somehow should have seen the signs that led to the individual's suicide. Group therapy with others who have experienced this trauma as well as individual therapy may be necessary to help cope.

60 Poems about Suicidal Depression

  1. 1. How I Feel

    • By Lyn
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2007

    A poem on battling dark thoughts

    Sometimes I just wish I could run away and hide.
    No matter where I go though, these feelings stay inside.
    How can I stay here and live each day a lie,
    When all I want to do is close my eyes and die?
    I see the pain I cause you, with every tear I shed.
    I plead with you now mum, let me go instead.
    I wish I could take you with me, to a happy place,
    Whether it exists though, is time for me to face.
    Can I ask for your forgiveness? For you to set me free.
    It may seem ungrateful, but this life's not meant for me.
    Thank you for all your love, for all the time we shared,
    It means the world to me, to know that someone cared.

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  3. 2. My Best Friend's Departure

    • By Carina Spencer
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2011

    My cousin was my best friend, and sadly, he took his own life. I wish I could have helped him and changed the outcome, but the past cannot be changed. This poem is based on my grief and my regret and also my love for him and his life.

    Grieving Cousin's Suicide

    I jumped; you caught me.
    I laughed; you joked.
    I was down; you picked me up.
    I crumbled; you glued me back together.
    I loved you; you loved me back.

    You jumped; I couldn't catch you.
    You forgot to laugh; I couldn't remind you.
    You were down; I couldn't hold you.
    You crumbled; I had no glue.
    You loved me; I still love you.

    Without any warning or sign,
    You ventured to a world divine.
    I refused to say goodbye,
    Yet tonight I cry.
    My tears are for you, my friend,
    But our legacy will not end.
    For I shall see you soon,
    But first I have living to do.
    I promise I won't forget.
    Your face is embedded in my heart.

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  5. 3. If You Would Have Known

    I wrote this poem for my nephew who died by suicide at the age of 16. He was such a sweet kid and very talented. He taught himself how to play the piano and guitar and wrote a song at only 15 years of age. He left this world too soon.

    You Left Too Soon

    If you could have seen the devastation,
    shattered hearts you'd leave behind, 
    would you still have left this world that day?
    Would it have made you change your mind?

    If you'd known we'd cry so violently
    and struggle just to breathe,
    would that have made a difference?
    Would you still have chosen to leave?

    You left without a warning;
    you left without saying "goodbye."
    You left us with only questions.
    The most important one is "why?"

    Why did you believe
    you had to face this world alone?
    Why did you suffer silently?
    We would have helped if we had known. 

    How long had you been hurting
    before deciding you were done?
    I'm glad your pain has ended,
    but our pain has just begun. 

    So when you see us start to fall apart,
    when our pain is too much to bear,
    please take our hands and guide us;
    remind us that you're there.
    Help us hold on to the part of you;
    you left us with your song.
    Keep playing it in heaven.
    We'll write the words and sing along.

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  6. 4. Jim

    My brother Jim - age 46 - took his own life 5 years ago and left our family devastated. As far as we are aware, this was due to financial problems. A death by suicide is a death that leaves so many unanswered questions and so much guilt. It is hard to comprehend and makes the grieving process so much harder. Too many young people are finding it harder to cope with the pressures of society. This poem is just my story. There are many, too many more stories that are sadly the same.

    Suicide Of Brother

    If I had reached out my hand,
    Would you have taken it that day?
    Could I have made you feel better?
    Could I have made you okay?
    Could I have pulled you away
    From the dark into light?
    Brought you right back to a safe place
    And just held you tight?

    Why didn't you shout louder?
    Why couldn't we hear?
    You were all alone that morning,
    All alone in your fear.
    I know we could have saved you
    If we had just seen
    You stuck in that pain and torment.
    How long had it been?

    Your burden you carried
    In an invisible case.
    You suffered in silence
    With a smile on your face.
    So many questions we have.
    So many words unspoken.
    Why didn't we know
    That your life was so broken?

    I miss you each day.
    I try to understand your choice.
    If I close my eyes, try hard,
    I can still hear your voice.
    I know you are free now,
    Free to fly high.
    I imagine I see you
    When I look up to the sky.

    I can't turn the clock back.
    I can't change time,
    But oh how I wish I could,
    Sweet brother of mine.
    I know you are still with us,
    Watching, keeping us safe,
    And one day we'll meet again
    In a heavenly place.

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  7. 5. The Fight

    • By Anna
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2009

    I wrote this not because I wanted to commit suicide; it was just all the emotions I had in me that wrote this...

    My body's cold,
    lips are blue.
    Why did I do this because of you?

    I feel the earth below me
    like a pillow under my head.
    No knives, no guns, but pills instead.

    The bottle lays empty,
    cap unscrewed.
    What did I do? What did I do?

    My spirit floats, my body lays.
    My lover finds me,
    and he prays.

    I reach for him.
    I'm sucked away,
    like a deep crest of a wave.

    He pounds the ground,
    screaming why, oh why?
    I asked myself why did I?

    My parents arrive, my best friend too
    I thought to myself, what did I do!?

    I look away, the pain's too deep.
    My life is over because of me.

    I look back for one last glance.
    They zip me up in the body bag.
    I did this to ease my pain.
    I lost instead of gained.

    As I look down at my family,
    I regret that night.
    My life stopped ticking
    because of a fight.

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  8. 6. Self-Harm

    Good to let it all out... :)

    It calls me closer, it calls me near.
    "Just once and it'll be over,"
    Death whispers in my ear.
    Irresistible is its sweet entice.
    Staring down, which one to slice,
    I observe my previous tries,
    My unseen hurt and earlier cries.
    No peace in my mind, no peace in my head.
    The quiet, intelligent me, long since fled.
    Anger and rage consume me.
    My mind's demons bursting to be free.
    The walls of my cage finally cave.
    "Just be still, just be brave."
    I slash down with an improvised knife.
    "Forget this world, forget my life."
    Blood oozes and drips down the drain.
    A slight tingle but no real pain.
    A calmness comes over me.
    My last attempt please, it's got to be.
    "Screw everyone that's made me into this."
    The very same people who I'm going to miss.
    Tears stream down my cheek,
    My head feels heavy, I get dizzy and legs go weak.
    Darkness surrounds me, I get a glimpse of the abyss.
    I embrace the darkness, then hear a shriek...

    Then nothing.... blankness, no sound
    I feel my body drifting
    I hear scraping, something's stirring around.
    Surrounding me, I can hear creatures shifting.
    I hear a scream, I hear a moan.
    I want my family, I'm all alone.
    I hear a cry, I hear a sob
    And realize it's my own.
    I know I have sinned, still I pray to God,
    "Please get me out of this hell."
    I start to yell...
    No sound out of my mouth, only in my mind.
    No one to help me, no one for me to find.
    I've never felt so scared....
    My soul finally screamed and despaired.
    "I give up..."

    A light???
    My consciousness returns
    As it starts to get bright.
    I feel myself falling.
    A faint faraway voice, I hear someone calling.
    Brighter now, getting brighter still.
    I feel myself escaping from this hell.
    Has it been months or has it been years
    Since I was stuck in that prison,
    Trapped with my fears?

    I open my eyes and look around.
    I'm lying in a bed in a hospital gown.
    The worried looks on their faces makes me ashamed.
    Sitting and staring, no one makes a sound.
    "Sorry" is all I say...
    Mother starts crying, my farther is sad.
    Finding me like that, must have been bad...
    I get a kiss and a cuddle,
    A pat from my father.
    My mind's in a muddle.
    I still manage a small smile,
    And close my eyes for a while.
    I promise myself, from this day on and till I die
    I'm going to be the best person I can
    Or at least try.
    Like an old cliché,
    "Live every day like it's the last."
    Forget all the bad days, I'm leaving them in the past.
    The sun is shining, my dark clouds have vanished.
    My demons have gone, finally banished
    Life is good, life is great.
    Forget wallowing in self pity
    I tell you, straight.

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  9. 7. Richard Cory

    A narrative poem, "Richard Cory" was first published in 1897, as part of The Children of the Night. It is one of Robinson's most popular and published poems.
    The poem describes a person who is wealthy, well-educated, mannerly, and admired by the people in his town. Despite all this, he takes his own life.

    Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
    We people on the pavement looked at him:
    He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
    Clean favored, and imperially slim.

    And he was always quietly arrayed,
    And he was always human when he talked;
    But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
    "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

    And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
    And admirably schooled in every grace:
    In fine, we thought that he was everything
    To make us wish that we were in his place.

    So on we worked, and waited for the light,
    And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
    And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
    Went home and put a bullet through his head.

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  10. 8. Troubled Heart

    I have a friend who lost a son to suicide. I, too, have lost loved ones, even a small grandson, but realized through my friend that his kind of loss was likely the most devastating kind. His son was a great young man who unknowingly had trials, which brought him to take his own life. I wrote this poem for my friend and for all who experience such a loss.

    The moment you took your life,
    I felt mine ended too.
    If I could only turn back time,
    there's so much I would undo.

    I didn't see the warning signs.
    You held them deep inside.
    Struggles you were going through
    you did so well to hide.

    I'm left with guilt and sorrow
    and confusion as to why.
    You didn't tell me of your pain
    and felt you had to die.

    Every soul is precious
    in the eyes of God above.
    He will heal your troubled heart
    with His never-ending love.

    I'll put my faith in Him,
    as I pray my heart will mend
    and keep you in my memory
    'till I'm with you once again.

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  11. 9. This Is For The Best

    • By Coty Hoggle
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008

    This poem is about a boy who keeps the weight of the world on his shoulders, who takes everyone's problems and makes them his own. He expects too much of himself and decides to give up. This is how I feel, so I decided to make a poem about it. This is my first ever poem.

    Too Much Pressure In Life

    one sad, cold night
    a boy sat in his chair
    picked up a gun
    as he ran his fingers through his hair
    he sat and cried as he thought
    everything that's happened
    has all been my fault
    he said if I was gone
    this would all be better
    and he told her
    "I love you now more than ever"
    he said "trust me
    this is for the best
    you will see
    cause after I'm gone
    no more fighting, you'll be free"
    he grabbed a bullet
    an put it in the gun
    said, "I love you so much
    but now I have to run"
    he said "I'm sorry I can't take this no more.
    I've let down so many people
    I wish I could go back to before"
    he hung up the phone
    and pulled the trigger
    looked down at his chest
    as the pain grew bigger
    his eyes filled with tears
    they started to pour
    as soon as his family ran in
    he fell to the floor

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  12. 10. A Friend Can Save A Life

    • By Paige Bryant
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2015

    I've lost people in my life because of suicide. The more I think about it, the more I think it's partially my fault for not being a good friend when they needed one.

    Poem About A Friend Making A Difference

    That girl's heart aches,
    Her smile is fake.
    The cuts sting,
    Her phone rings.
    She ignores
    And thinks life's a bore.
    But she doesn't know
    There are people who care.
    She doesn't know
    That they've always been there.
    She's tired of being joked at school.
    She's tired of being called a fool.
    She's ready to pull out the knife,
    Ready to end her life.
    There she sits alone crying,
    Wondering about if she were dying.
    "Would they even notice I was gone?"
    Or would they just carry on?"
    As she lures the knife,
    She hears a strange sound.
    She hides the blade
    As her heart pounds.
    She walks out the door.
    There's her best friend
    Trying to get in.
    As her friend cried, she heard her say,
    "Thank God you're okay!"


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  13. 11. Save A Life

    • By Emily Tekavec
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2016

    I wrote this poem when I had a friend who wanted to leave this world. I didn't know how to help him by talking to him, so I wrote him this poem. I wrote it 2 years ago, and still to this day he reads it and always thanks me for it. Maybe this can help one of your friends, as it did mine.

    Poem About Stopping A Friend From Suicide

    You come to me crying, saying it's done,
    That life is pointless, I shouldn't have one.

    I tell you to stop, I beg and I plead.
    You say the knife is your friend, it wants you to bleed.

    But everyone here wants you to stay.
    I'm crying, I'm shaking, please don't go away.

    Life means so much; you just haven't found out.
    So forget who planted that seed of doubt.

    And as your knives and guns disappear,
    Still know that I'll always be here.

    I know what it's like, I've been through it all,
    So hang on tight, I'm not gonna let you fall.

    Reach for my hand, 'cause it's held out for you.
    My shoulders are small, but you can cry on them too.

    If you leave, you'll be missed by many,
    Especially me, and I will not forget any

    Of the moments we had, laughs we shared,
    The times we needed each other when we were scared.

    The world wouldn't be better if you left, but worse,
    And so now it's time for me to reverse this curse.

    I'll teach you how to save a life,
    So unlike many, it won't have to end in strife.

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  14. 12. Gone Too Soon

    • By Lisa Milczarski
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2013

    I wrote this poem from the viewpoint of my closest and dearest friend after her brother took his own life. I knew there were things she wanted to say but didn't know how to I tried to express the feelings for her in writing.

    Brother Suicide Regret Poem

    I know you're in heaven dancing and free
    but there's so much more you should be here to see.

    So many things I never got to say
    because I never thought that you would go away.

    I never told you 'cause I thought that you knew,
    but would that have changed what you planned to do?

    I am glad that you are free from the fears you held inside,
    but I wish you had come to me and put aside your pride.

    The world is a lonelier place without you.
    I guess that you thought this was all you could do.

    When I see you again, I'll tell you that you were wrong
    and how much I've missed you every day you've been gone.

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  15. 13. That Girl

    • By Amber
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008

    This poem was one I wrote after my dad told me he didn't love me. If you ever feel like this, then get help before it's too late.

    Dad Doesn't Love Me

    Forever feeling her life is dying,
    But the doctors keep on lying.
    "Your daughter will be fine,
    Just give her some time."

    But she wasn't okay
    Because your baby girl took her life today.
    She couldn't keep running
    And she wouldn't stand living.

    Her silent pleas for love
    Left her heart on black doves.
    "I'm in pain."
    Her innocence cut, her pride slain.

    Her cries fell on deaf ears,
    So no one realized her fears.
    No one saw her fatal change
    Until her heart was out of range.

    She wrote out letters,
    Saying her life would be better.
    She laid the pistol on her heart
    And blew her body apart.

    Her parents cry themselves to sleep
    And all her friends weep.
    They loved that girl well
    And left her alone in hell.

    Maybe her soul can be free
    And everyone will see
    The lost life of one teen
    And the love there could have been.

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  16. 14. Goodbye Mum

    • By Pat
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2011

    I have been a heroin addict for years. I could see the pain and grief I had caused to everyone around me and the only way out I could see was to end it all. This was the letter I wrote to my mum before my heavy overdose and now I'm in involuntary treatment.

    Dear mum,
    This is your son,
    I am writing this to you,
    To tell you I'm done.

    Hold back those tears,
    Please don't cry
    Don't make this any harder,
    For me tonight.

    You will see,
    This is the only way,
    For I am too much of a burden,
    To you everyday.

    I know by now,
    You've met my soul mate,
    Her name is Snow White,
    This was just fate.

    Slowly slowly,
    She led me away,
    From your warm nest,
    Each and everyday.

    All the lies and deceit,
    I had to tell,
    I can't stop now,
    I am completely under her spell.

    When you found out,
    And you didn't believe my lies,
    Again I'm so sorry,
    For giving you those black eyes.

    Every night you stayed up,
    Dreading that knock on the door,
    Is the number of reasons,
    I can no longer ignore.

    There is no way out,
    Of this darkness and despair,
    A long time ago,
    God abandoned your prayers.

    So you see,
    There is only one way,
    To kill myself now,
    And end the pain today.

    For this brief moment,
    My thoughts are clear,
    These ten more doses,
    Means relief for you is near.

    Don't blame yourself mum,
    You raised me right,
    I messed everything up,
    But I'll fix this tonight.

    You may not see it now
    But over time your pain will ease
    I love you, goodbye
    Yours sincerely, now at peace

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  17. 15. Girl Forever Gone

    Sometimes the only way to stop hurting is to stop breathing.

    Her face is puffy and red, while painful tears stream down her sad face.
    She cries out loudly, hoping someone will hear her silent screams.
    So many voices going through her head,
    telling her how better she would feel if she were dead.
    She places her shaking hands over her ears, trying not to listen.
    She yells out once again for help, yet no one comes to her rescue.
    She then remains sitting there on her cold bathroom floor, while the clock ticks by.
    Her body begins to shake uncontrollably, unable to stop it all.
    Starting to realize that no one cares, feeling so alone and helpless.
    She finally comes to the decision that there is only one thing left to do.
    She brings her shaking hands together, closes her eyes and prays.
    She speaks to god one last time and tells him this:

    "Lord, I'm so tired and the pain inside doesn't want to go away.
    I can no longer shed anymore tears, for my eyes hurt me really bad.
    The voices in my head don't want to go away.
    My heart aches so bad that it's become too unbearable for me.
    No one loves me, no one cares, no one wants me, and no one can help me now.
    I tried being the good girl everyone wanted, but it wasn't good enough.
    All I wanted was for someone to love me God.
    Was I asking too much?
    I'm so sorry God but I have to end my suffering the only way I know how.
    Please forgive me God for what I'm about to do."

    She opens her eyes for the last time, and quickly grabs for the razor blade.
    She forces the sharp blade against her wrist.
    She starts slitting her veins, deeper and deeper into her flesh.
    The dark blood pours out more and more onto the floor all over.
    Feeling weaker and weaker, becoming more and more unconscious by the seconds,
    the blade drops from her hand onto that cold floor, her final resting place.
    Her cold body now collapses to the floor and she slowly begins to feel the pain fade away along with her soul, finally falling into an endless sleep.
    She lays there dead, yet free of pain.
    It is now quiet, no screams, no tears, no suffering, just utter silence.

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  18. 16. Zach's Poem

    • By Morgan
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2015

    On August 26, I lost a close friend, and I wrote this poem to let out some of the emotions.

    Regret About Not Stopping Friend From Committing Suicide

    I wish that I could talk to you,
    and beg you not to go.
    I wish I asked what you were going through,
    but now I'll never know.

    I wish that I had some warning
    of what you'd do that night,
    and that you'd given me a chance to save you,
    to help you make things right.

    I wish that you could've soldiered on,
    and worked through the pain.
    If you had, I promise you,
    you would've been happy one day.

    I wish that the last time I saw you
    I didn't rush away.
    I wish that I had hugged you harder,
    and told you I loved you that day.

    I wish that I could bring you back
    to see you one last time,
    to hug you close, to hear your voice,
    and then the world would be fine.

    But all these things can't ever happen,
    the nightmares are all about you.
    There's not one thing I can change,
    because these wishes will never come true.

    Regret About Not Stopping Friend From Committing Suicide, Zach's Poem

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  19. 17. Why Dad Did You Choose Suicide?

    • By Christina M. Butz
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    Why Dad? Why did you chose suicide? You left no note.

    Why Dad?
    Why did you chose to die?
    You left no note but left me asking why.
    You thought you were doing what was best and right.
    Why, oh why, did you have to end the fight?
    Your pain is something I will never understand.
    You must have been so afraid to take this stand.
    You left me with a title I am sad to attain:
    Suicide Survivor, but who should I blame?
    I know your decision was painful to make.
    The thoughts in your head
    Must have been unbearable to take.
    Now that you're gone, I think of you a lot.
    You couldn't have known the suffering this has brought.
    I pray you are at peace my angel, but I am in pain.
    I count the minutes to heaven and seeing you again.

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  20. 18. Thank You

    • By Sarah
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2008

    This poem is a suicide note from a person choosing to give up without the support of a special person who was once around.

    A Suicide Note

    I can't take it, it's come to me.
    That this life wasn't meant to be.
    As I take this choice and let myself go.
    I think to myself, how you'd say no!
    How you'd hold me close and tell my you care.
    It's just too bad you couldn't be there.
    It's not your fault, at least you tried.
    Now all you can do is sit there and cry.
    Remember the times we shared.
    Remember I always cared.

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  21. 19. Isolated And Forgotten

    • By Tamara
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2009

    My name Is Tamara. I'm twelve and in 6th grade, and I want to be a famous poet/author when I grow up. Wish me luck!

    If anyone will listen
    to what I'm about to say,
    please understand the hurt I feel
    And how I got this way.

    Left behind in darkness,
    wedged between walls of ice,
    I pray that someone hears me,
    friend, foe, or even Jesus Christ.

    Isolated in my fears,
    caught between truth and the lies.
    Will someone hear me screaming,
    Or hear my desperate, pleading cries?

    I don't believe in loving,
    or having a caring friend,
    because the second that you trust them,
    is the second that they bend.

    So in this hollow heart of mine
    Is a ivy of envy that's staring to twine
    and sprout the weeds of guilt
    That slowly began to quilt

    Over my hatred that began to grow,
    Over my soul's ocean to ever flow,
    Which to that I began to fall,
    and to which I lost it all.

    I'm sorry for the people I've hurt,
    With this death I have presented,
    But seeing what this could've been,
    There's nothing that could've been prevented.

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    Hi, I am Nobuhle Maseko and am 13 years of age, and I, too, have the same dream. I want to do better in life, succeed, and make myself happy by reaching my goals.

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  22. 20. A Silent War

    • By Lisa Miktuk
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2010

    When I was 15, my Dad committed suicide and I never got the chance to say goodbye. I want to tell this story to help others understand the value of time that they have to spend with loved ones. Always say "I love you" because you never know what may happen. It is the worst feeling in the world to know that they may not have known.

    Letter From Daughter To Dad Who Committed Suicide

    Leaving us without word, nothing left to say,
    Mom and me are never going to forget that day.
    Something must have hurt so bad and I simply turned my back,
    There's so many things I want to say, but it seems the right words I lack.

    I never got to say goodbye or tell you that I care,
    You must have felt all alone, desperate, hurt, and scared.
    I wonder why you felt so bad that your pain engulfed your life,
    I wonder if you thought of us, your daughter and your wife.
    If I could go back in time and try to ease your pain,
    I would dry all your tears when they fell like rain.
    It must have been a place so dark that you could not see the light,
    But here I am, your pain I feel, I cry myself to sleep at night.

    So Daddy please forgive me, I was only 15 at the time,
    I didn't realize how lucky I was that you were all mine.

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