786,000 people commit suicide each year,
and this case made no exceptions.
His life was tragic,
with his friends all dead or strung out.
But who knew this wasnt like the rest?
instead of going to class, he stayed in the hall.
With a knife in his hands,
and an empty, quiet hall way.
He thought of the names, the faces,
the guys who beat him up, the girls that laughed.
He shed a tear, and watched it fall,
and made a few incisions.
He smiled a litte,
and than he frowned.
He thought to him self,
"You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion,
happiness on my face is only a dillusion.
So the cuts are made, what do I do?
live in this body like a prison cell?
Id rather die than be trapped in a licving hell."
So the end was near,
and he lay unconcious on the floor.
It was too late to save him,
and Class has just let out.
Fuck...... |
