Twenty-two a day, a statistic grim,
A silent scream, a life's fading hymn.
Twenty-two hearts, once filled with fire,
Now dimmed, extinguished, a fading pyre.
Twenty-two families, tears in their eyes,
A void in their lives, beneath the skies.
Children left orphaned, a father's ghost,
A love gone silent, a painful cost.
Twenty-two battles, fought within,
A darkness lingers, a haunting sin.
Struggles unseen, a whispered plea,
A desperate need for empathy.
Twenty-two voices, lost in the night,
A plea for help, a fading light.
Let's listen closely, let's see the pain,
And offer solace, to heal the stain.
Twenty-two a day, a call to rise,
To break the silence, open the eyes.
To reach a helping hand, with grace and care,
And offer comfort, beyond despair.
Let's remember twenty-two, and stand tall,
To end the silence, answer the call.
For twenty-two lives, a precious gift,
Let's help them find a reason to lift.