When...

When the worst week took over,
And all our thoughts are dread,
Who will show the way out,
And make our hearts mend?

When those days are finished,
Which we are soon lead,
Will we diminish the thought,
Of suicide in our head?

When will this feeling,
The feeling that wont heal,
Slowly begin to soften,
And let us know its real?

When this week began,
I felt sorrow and confused,
The days slowly passed,
And i am not amused.

Deep inside of me,
I see you in my mind,
Perfectly free,
Happily combined.

Though your pain was seen,
And your hurt was felt,
I didn't see this truly,
Now this is what we got dealt.