Another One Down by Survivor

I try the best I can to get over this depression
It seems to do no good, at least that’s my impression
I feel the same way every day no matter what I do
I need to shake this feeling off, that I know is true

I don’t know how much longer I can stand the pain
I have too many thoughts running through my brain
I can’t seem to get them straight no matter what I try
Another friend just killed himself, and nobody knows why

I didn’t think he had it bad, at least compared to me
Must have been something that no one else could see
He had a temporary problem but used a permanent solution
Now there is no way he can ever get absolution

But that’s the way it is sometimes, I’ll never understand
Why some people choose to end it all with their own hand
I know that things in life can suck this I know for sure
But taking your own life sure is not the cure

Oh, I have considered it, at least a time or two
Most people have, they just don’t carry through
Some just write poetry for everyone to see
You have to do what it takes to set your mind free

Every day you hear about it, there was another suicide
It’s too late to help someone after they already died
Always try to be the one that’s there for all your friends
Maybe you could be the one to talk to before it ends

I know how it feels when you are so all alone
Nobody around to talk to, not even on the phone
So I write these depressing poems to get the feelings out
Sometimes driving down the road I have to scream and shout

Just read the words I write, you will understand
Things don’t always turn out just the way you planned
But your life can go on; sure you’ll feel some pain
But it sure beats the hell out of a bullet in the brain

Time will heal all your wounds, just hang on to see
Eventually you will heal that’s what they tell me
So I’m hanging on, going from day to day
Because in all reality …….I just want to stay

In Memory of Steven “Super Sna” Scinocca, 1959-2006