Bite your lip
to keep from crying.
Afraid you'll trip,
but want to stop trying.
Tying the rope,
checking the magazine.
Wanting to pop the pill,
hiding behind a screen.

Parents thought you were a star,
couldn´t see through the fog.
Now they know who you are,
your life was balanced out on a log.
All the thoughts in your head.
A clean white gown,
a ****** rose on your bed.
You see them all cry and frown.

They now know you´re gone.
Gone forever.