A Vicious Cycle
A young man takes a pistol
And puts it to his head
"Goodbye," he cries "I'm sorry"
In seconds he lies dead.
His mother finds him later
Her tears mix with his blood
"Oh god why?" she moans
Emotions start to flood.
Soon they find the hidden scars
Arching up his wrists
"He was so happy." father thinks
What more could they have missed?
Friends are at his funeral
Three hard nights they've sobbed
"Fucking why" they manage
Angry at whats been robbed.
One girl however
Sits alone in bed
"I miss you" she whispers
Her wrists have been stained red.
And puts it to his head
"Goodbye," he cries "I'm sorry"
In seconds he lies dead.
His mother finds him later
Her tears mix with his blood
"Oh god why?" she moans
Emotions start to flood.
Soon they find the hidden scars
Arching up his wrists
"He was so happy." father thinks
What more could they have missed?
Friends are at his funeral
Three hard nights they've sobbed
"Fucking why" they manage
Angry at whats been robbed.
One girl however
Sits alone in bed
"I miss you" she whispers
Her wrists have been stained red.
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I wrote this while depressed and drinking one day. I was feeling suicidal and was seriously contemplating ending my life.
Then I realized what impact that could have on others. And realized that depression is just a vicious circle.