The funny thing about suicide is

"How's your heart little brown girl"
The blue boy asked
U looked at the pretty blue boy
His pretty blue eyes.
And just like that "pow!!!"

A sound so loud blew his ears.
He'd never heard a sound like that before
The blue boy had red all over him
The blue boy was now covered in red blood
He exhaled slow into the sky and smile
And said " I see how it is. I too had my heart broken"

The blue boy then looks down at his feet
Waiting and thinking why didn't she plead
Instead she wanted to bleed
Did no one hear her screams?
When she sat in the cold dark comfort of her room
Oh the dark shit that we do

Her body so lifeless
A world so heartless
Can't get help cause she can't afford it
It's fucked up how the world is

No one thinks love hurts
People risk it all for just a taste
Why must we give ourselves away
A pain like that can't be faked
But so beautiful you can't stand in it's way
So give your heart away and pray that they'll never misplace the love and trust you gave
And when they do you are shown a new kind of pain
Enough for you to do anything to take it away.

The funny thing about suicide is no one ever acknowledge how that person was in pain


"Come back blue boy, come back ! For it is I who loves you"