Do you know what you're doing?
 

 Every day you mention
 

 Who should I tell?
 

 Who should I talk to?
 
 

You tell me that your thoughts are of suicide
 

 Momentarily I can change them.
 

 Do you know how it hurts?
 
 

They tell me you died
 

 You died by suicide,
 

 And I cry with no one to hold me.
 

 Wishing I would have told someone,
 

 Wishing I would have talked you out of it,
 

 Do you know what you've done.

Victoria Parker

©  1996