Living with something you had no,
Control of,
Means not able to have a hand hold yours.
An ear that will listen.
A shoulder to lean on.
You don’t have to live with this alone.
If you want that’s your choice.
But knows,
even those who have never met you.
Will have this weight on their shoulder.
A sign that your gone.
For you didn’t voice it out.
Even at this very second,
You choose to walk away,
You’ll be miss.
So here’s the chance to speak.
For a listener I am.
