I have a sister, who had a friend, who committed suicide. this is in his memory.

As he trembled in his bed

He tried to figure out his life.

He had to find a way a

A way to end this pitiful strife.


He tried to call his friends

But they wouldn’t understand.

He thought of all his problems

And the phone dropped from his hand.


He looked out of his window

And before his very eyes

The city was collapsing

All the citizens would die.


As if to purge his thoughts of it

He hid himself away.

Swearing to himself

That he would die another day


But still he couldn’t bear it

No, he’d much rather be dead.

And that’s when he decided

To put the gun to his head

The End

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