Suicide

N A K E D ...he sat
letting the water
wash his pain
while blood spilled from his vein
F R A G I L E... he was
haunted by this misery
following his every step
bringing down his rep
H A P P Y... he used to be
always smiling and speaking his mind
but there was always a shadow
L U R K I N G... waiting to kill his glow.

He began to cut hisself
releasing all the pain he held
and people wanted to know
how he could be so low
how can one resort to cutting
when life starts to go bad
But when you are isolated
life becomes overrated
depression takes over
and its like an addiction
that once you start
you and that razor just cant part
Then people look at your arms
and its there for the world to see
not even bothering to make eye contact
those long scars seem to attract
as if your some sort of circus freak
people ask you questions
about your personal life and why
they wouldnt understand even if you tried
back to the bathroom you go
if words cant speak
your actions will show
that your life is hell
and no one will ever be able to tell
just how fucked up things are
and that its gone too far
so you run and you hide
and become another victim of

S U I C I D E

*This is for my best friend. He fights his depression everyday and has come so far. But it's not easy. I just hope he knows I'm here for him.*