Suicide Epidemic: Short Poems

They found another body
another dead teen cold to touch
no one does anything
 
   There is panic now  
   They die by their own hand now
   What do we do now...
 
      One found in the park,
      Gay son shot by his fathers gun
      His father's hatred
 
The teacher dressed in black
He walked onto the highway
Everyone cried for him
 
   She was raped by them
   No one believed her, the liar  
   Bathtub of blood, hers
 
      He was not a she  
      His parents never understood that  
      The pills were bright blue
 
Her family never came  
They already had all her money  
Sad, she pulled the plug
 
   She loved her so much
   Sent away to be fixed, failed
   Without her she died
 
      The pain was too much  
      He couldn't stop the memories
      Purple heart lost in chest