I sit watching him sleep
Seeing his wounds, O how deep
Motionless he lies, tranquil he appears
All a facade to hide his inner fears
He had no voice and hung his head
His last act was a dance into a wooden bed
He floated high, he swayed to and fro
Tonight he sold out the mourning show
Dressed in my best, in sorrow dark hue
I found my place in the front pew
Lost in chaos and the worlds mess
He found happiness in his peaceful rest
Leaving us a sad lullaby he wrote
Found around his red throat

This poem is my responds to a friend who tried to take his own life.

i'm sorry for your pain, but that was really good