Some weeks ago, I saw you ending your life,
and I still can't get you out of my mind.
Walking back and forth for a little while,
waiting for a sign, a hug, a word, a smile.
Nobody cared enough to pay attention to you
so you thought there was nothing else left to do.
You climbed those rails and took a last breath,
then opened your arms and jumped to your death.
As I sit here reading your journal, I think
terrible things must have made you wanna sink.
You were such a wonderful person with sad eyes
who was just sick of everyone's ignorance and lies.
You decided depression should come to an end
but I wish you'd stayed, you could be my friend.
The one who stood with his back to the water and fell,
Gene, I hope you're happy now and I wish you well.
Some weeks ago, I saw you ending your life,
and I've watched that sad video a dozen times.
Every time, I whisper ''I'm so sorry Gene''
and I sob like a baby while I'm hugging the screen.
