No Way Out

Gun fully loaded,
The ammunition in tact
He put it to his head,
he didn't look back.
His mom found him then,
blood splattered on the fan.
She shrieked in terror,
when she saw the gun in his hand.
The note that he left,
it didn't say much;
Just that he was sick of this world,
and that he'd lost touch.

Rope tied tight,
she made the decision to die that night.
She stood on a chair,
she tried not to care.
Her hopes had been battered,
Her dreams shattered.
They thought she went missing,
they called the cops a bunch.
Her parents were a mess,
they missed her so much.
It took a week to find her,
up there amongst all the dust.
The way her body hung there,
was just too much.
Her father found the note,
it was written in pink;
It said life can be over,
before you can blink.

He stood on the edge,
right on the ledge.
He looked down at the street bellow,
and wondered what his life would show.
No parents to care,
no friends anywhere.
He decided to vote,
to not leave a note.
When the cops came,
and searched his pocket;
they were sad to find,
he only had a locket.
The family picture inside,
was never identified.

She sat in the bathtub,
while the water got cold.
She finished her note,
and left it to fold.
She didn't care who would read it,
she had nothing important to say;
She never thought,
it would end this way.
She reached for the bottle,
shook the pills out.
She took them one by one,
she didn't bother to count.
It didn't take long,
for the pills to set in.
She slipped beneath the water,
Leaving her dad without his daughter.

He stared in mirror,
and everything became clearer.
He messed up a lot,
he knew his corpse should rot.
He was too weak,
to find the words to speak.
His parents had pushed him,
He couldn't keep up;
He was tired of them,
filling his cup.
He took out his razor,
he was prepared.
He didn't even,
have time to be scared.
They found him that night,
when they turned on the light
There was blood on the wall;
the note made their heart fall.
This is all your fault it said,
scribbled in red.

They left parents without a child,
their pain wasn't mild.
Who knows what their future would hold,
Who knows what they would have been when they got old.
The pain they could not abide;
their only release was suicide.