Just Another John Doe

i wrote this poem while watching CSI

His blank eyes stare into space
No sign of life at all on his face
He wasn't meant to die right now
And now I'm left to think of how
My life would change without him there
It seems as if nobody cares
I should have took the knife instead
But it's too late now, he's gone and dead
Prepared to be the next John Doe
How he died, only I know
I watched him suffer, watched him cry
Through his painful suicide
His life will end right here today
It should have went another way
But he's gone for good, gone forever
If only his ending had been a bit better