The sun just goes on shining,
Relentless,
Like it was any other day
For the sixteen story building,
The large, impressive building.
The same classroom building,
Where this morning
Students swarmed unconcerned
As policemen blocked their way.
“Class is cancelled,” they called,
Walking back to their dorms,
Laughing in discomfort,
Spreading troubled rumors,
In the sixteen story shadow
Of the large, impressive building,
Where this morning
Someone jumped.
So this is life,
This part called death.
An everyday suicide,
No big deal.
No cause for alarm.
Because what can you do?
How can you respond?
There is no grief here,
No tears, no questions.
Just a deep seated fear
Beneath a surface so smooth
It almost convinces.
But how can you ignore
Such a desperate cry?
I know I’m not the only one
Who is alone.
Who doesn’t know
What to do.
Who doesn’t understand
Why this anger.
Who doesn’t remember
How to cry.
Don’t you see
The pain behind the smiles?
Don’t you know
That the sun sometimes lies?
Don’t you understand
How no one’s left untouched?
Don’t you remember
How the darkness used
To laugh at you?
Here is something I’ll never understand:
How smiling makes everything okay,
How not saying it means it’s not true,
How ignoring a problem can make it go away.
Everyone knows what has happened.
Everyone knows what is true.
Everyone knows there’s a problem.
No one knows what to do.
So the sun just goes on shining.
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