I am left without answers,
I wish that I knew what you were thinking as you walked that
path.
Did I cross your mind when you took your last breath?
I hope that it was pretty the day that you died,
I hope that you felt like you were walking through a field
of lilies.
They say that sometimes there is a peace and happiness when
you make your decision,
I hope that was true for you.
I can’t imagine it any other way,
I have to believe it was done because you felt it was more
beautiful for you to die than live,
Otherwise my soul can’t handle the thought of your pain.
I am haunted by the unknown,
So I will imagine the best thing possible and believe it is
true.
We left behind have no idea what the answers are so we must
not make sad answers up,
The truth of you leaving is sad enough.
The only thing to do is remember the beautiful things about
you.
Remember you loved us and didn’t leave us but left your own
sadness.
You didn’t want to escape what we made you feel but what you
couldn’t escape from yourself,
Your own personal prison in your mind.
We need not feel guilt like we ended your time here,
Or feel guilt that we could have prevented it,
Rather know that when someone makes their decision it is
their and theirs alone.
If we had our choice we would keep you here forever.
If I had my choice you would have been the happiest man
alive,
I hope that was your last thought, that soon you would be
happy and free.