Holding the knife that he used for years With thoughts of slicing, Would the wrist be quicker than the throat Warm blood seemed so enticing,
Lonely and scared he was trembling Wondering if this solution was correct, Ending the pain now felt How long will his death take to detect,
Would anyone notice the absence Or just his dog when not fed, Should it be here in the kitchen Maybe comfort in lying in bed,
Hitting the floor with a thump His head now in a puddle of blood, Never knowing the reason why People just say he was misunderstood....
I CANT GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD, I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU DID THIS TO ME... I WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU, BUT I GUESS IT WASNT ENOUGH.. NOW I HAVE TO GO THROUGH LIFE WITHOUT YOU.... I MISS YOU