Forever, it seems, you fought this war

Crying until your eyes were sore

Always told you had good health

Even still, you asked yourself

Why struggle to defy

That subtle urge to break free and die?

You had to be quick and use good precision

For dying was your last decision

But as you took one final breath

You realized that there's more than death

Living gives a better chance

While dying stops the healing glance

Maybe life would have more fairness

If I stood and raised awareness

If even one less life would end

Maybe then, my heart would mend.