It is what it is

Blue eyes burned like hades fire
Hair flowed like a wind full of flowers
Gravity carried you like the sky carries that one midnight star
Noticeable in the crowd even from afar

I have a tar black evil cold heart
You still clung from my soul like pollocks 1947 work of art

This world was cruel to you, treated you mean
now I can only catch a glimpse of you in the deepest of dreams

Swinging from a door frame
Battered and blue
Your demons could not be tamed
So instead they tamed you

Clonazapam pollutes your blood
Your sons are crying for one last hug

Your fiancé is now dead to
He hung himself one week after you

Your sister, your old friends, they do not know what to do
The butterfly effect
Now they are dead inside to

Your mother has lost her soul, her wits, and her metaphorical heart
You have left everyone who knew you in a new kind of dark

Your oldest will stay up all hours of the night
Contemplating if he to should take his own life

Your youngest, he may be okay right now. Until the day he sticks a needle in his arm and ends up next to you in the ground.

If you really want to take your own life
At least have courage to put someone else on the other end of that knife

Suicide does not end the pain it just passes it on to someone else

So before I pull the trigger, i will also put this gun in your mouth, blow your fucking head off and turn it on myself.