Private Suicide

I never guessed he'd dared
Never would have thought
Mommy's little boy
Is now left to rot

Such a memory once told
Sweet and warm
Filled with love
Now they're left to mourn

Now he's gone
And no one's left to blame
Why did he take the knife
And cross it with his vein?

Forever and forgotten
Is not the way to go
Unless you could admit it
You did it all for show

Regrets and foolishness
Are yours and mine to hold
But sometimes you have to wonder
What if I had told?