Drained beyond redemption, broken beyond repair,
I'm losing my marbles, I'm gasping for air.
One more death by suicide, all in a course of a day,
No one appears bothered, but on my mind it seems to weigh.
The common man doesn't care, not his circus, not his monkey,
Its I who gets embroiled in lost causes- am I just another adrenaline junkie?
Does the quest to go after the nearly impossible, drives me and gives me kicks,
Am I mourning the one whom I couldn't reach, or the next one for whom the clock ticks.
My #ZeroSuicideMission looks good on paper, each new death mocks and makes its fun,
If I don't succeed in making a dent, who will raise hope- where there is none.
There is neither hope for the drowning, nor for the savior- nor for any wannabe,
I've put all my energies in this project, I'm at a stage where I just want to let it be.
Me, I, Mine, I have made this mission, more about myself than about them,
If we really want to put an end to this scourge, I'll need your help - together we can.
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