I had a daughter so young and fair,
with sky-blue eyes and golden hair.
But now shes gone; I've cried and cried.
My daughter died by suicide.

Only eighteen years old, such a tender young age,
To be lying so still, so cold in her grave.
If only I had known how great her strife.
I'd have buried that gun that took her life.

I stare at her pictures, I long for her touch.
God, doesn't she know that I love her so much?
Oh how my heart aches from this pain thats inside.
My Daughter died by suicide.

With her breathless body burned in my brain,
I can not escape this torturing pain.
I close my eyes, but I still see
Her blood-red blood in my memory.

I live each day with this simple prayer
Bless her Oh Lord, shes in Your care.
And please don't allow any more that may try
To take their life by suicide!
My Daughter Died by Suicide!

Written for Angela Marie Conley
April 17, 1971 - August 24, 1989
By Deborah Hemingway Conley
Angie's Mom