Suicidal Greed

Tears dried into the cloth, a filthy rag in her hand.

Sobs swallow her chest, your mother can hardly stand.

She looks to your casket, pain so clear in her eyes.

Guilt eats her away, why did she believe your lies?

And your father sits behind her, his head held low.

Staring at the ground, into the bottomless white of snow.

The winter breeze chills their hearts, cold as stone.

Together they mourn silently, neither ready to go home.

Your sister hugs herself, she can't look at your pale face.

She wishes to wake up from this, to awake in a better place.

Her body trembles, she knows this nightmare is real.

Heavy suffering, more pain than a little girl should feel.

And I look into the eyes of your corpse, I see past you.

Selfish suicidal, you didn't know what your death could do.

I hold your hand, I feel the trace of posion and sin.

Why did you have to give up on a battle you could win?

Your family is under the pressure of tragedy, they cry,

Because you're the greedy suicidal, because you just had to die