Jun 2015
We tell one another life is great.
Yet we all want to die,
suicidal children trying not to cry
We tell one another to put the blade down by the bed,
Holding a six inch barrel to our head.
One click, one push, maybe before a joint of some kush to ease the thoughts while pulling the trigger back, body on the floor blood oozing through a skulls crack. Screams come from left to right~the girl is dead. So whos next in line? The young boy whos got a rope, a stool and some time.
Yet we all want to die,
suicidal children trying not to cry
We tell one another to put the blade down by the bed,
Holding a six inch barrel to our head.
One click, one push, maybe before a joint of some kush to ease the thoughts while pulling the trigger back, body on the floor blood oozing through a skulls crack. Screams come from left to right~the girl is dead. So whos next in line? The young boy whos got a rope, a stool and some time.
