Slipping..

Silently he's slipping away,
Every essence of his life beginning to decay,
No one hears the cries for help he makes,
Will they realise his pain when he fails to wake?

That's what all this is leading up to,
As he remembers the ordeals he's been put through,
If you'd have cared to listen, he was ready to tell,
The story of his life and the fate he'd befell.

But now the memories of the past are controlling his life,
And there's a nagging temptation to pick up the knife,
Would things be different if you'd listened to his woes?
Questions left un-answered as his life draws to a close.

His final goodbyes written in a letter,
"All this" he thought "will be for the better."
The knife meets his skin, and blood begins to pour,
This time his pain will be over for sure.

Written about a good friend of mine.