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(Warning: this peom/song is about suicide...)

I've run out of things to say
I never thought I'd see a day where I ran out of ways to help people
To make them want to stay
To make them want to stay alive...
For the ones they love and the ones they care about

I've run out of things to say
I've run out of methods of keeping calm
Along with advice
I've tried, I've tried to be there
For everyone in need but because of that 
I'm putting a burden on my mind
A constant need to think of things to say
But I've run out of ways.....

I want to be there for you
But no matter what I've come to see
Some of you won't accept my best attempt
At being there
At being by your side
Through the day and through the night 
I try
I try again
But I always fail
And see another life disappear
Another friend
Gone to heaven 
Even when I've tried my best
My best to keep them here
But no
They wouldn't listen...

I've run out of things to say
I never thought I'd see a day where I ran out of ways to help people
To make them want to stay
To make them want to stay alive...
For the ones they love and the ones they care about