My friend "John" was sick
Attempted suicide twice
came to me
I gave him comfort
Assured him of his worth
He had a therapist...
I was his true Savior
"John" is confident and proud, now
I'm no longer needed
He's gone now, along with my self-esteem
Not dead, he just doesn't consort with me
I used to be naturally high, always
Not anymore
What am I worth to such a world
If someone pondering suicide
Will not desire my company?
Nothing
nothing at all