Substance of suicide

Touched and caressed by the demon
that has stolen my soul
taken my life
and caused me to go out of control.

losing everything that i have
being left alone
living in a broken home,
shattered memories are all i have left
suicide will be the cause of my death.

a simple bullet to the head will
take away all the pain
or a rope to hang from
on the old oak tree.
oh no wait
i wouldn't want the world to see me.

a pill to take it all away
or a knife to bleed the pain
i faced today.
maybe i will do it in an uncertain overdose,
the way my Brett did
so the answers are something the world cant find,
leaving them to be so blind.

They were blind to his pain then
and blind to mine now,
the answers are something i long to seek
the only answers found are those from the drugs
which speak, taking away his only voice
leaving him with an indecisive choice.

did he do it on purpose,
was it really suicide
or was it just a genuine mistake,
drugs the substance that took away his life,
drugs the substance
promoting nothing but lies...