This is for Death and Pain

Death may seem to be,
The only way to get out.
Out of dread and misery,
Out of lies and doubt.

This is for the guy,
Who turned to the blade.
A cut for every pain,
Lots of slits were made.

This is for the girl,
Who found the sleeping pills.
Taking more than just one,
Herself she slowly kills.

This for anyone who,
Got addicted from only a try.
Needing more and overused,
A needle for supply.

This is for the guy,
Who pulled out the gun.
One bullet one shot,
And his life was done.

This is for anyone,
Who tied up with a rope.
A loop around their neck,
And no chance to elope.

Pain is always there,
And it’s never going to leave.
Pain is a life long friend,
That’s only there to deceive.

This is for the guy,
Whose love ran away.
She did not feel the same,
Now he is in dismay.

This is for anyone,
Whose parents separated.
Their hate for each other builds,
From the child they created.

This is for the girl,
Who cries at night alone.
And no one even knows,
For her troubles are unknown.

This is for the guy,
Whose father is really rough.
Always being hit and punched,
He can just hope today is not tough.

This is for the girl,
That never seemed to eat.
Though to herself it did not show,
She really was petite.

This is for anyone,
Who has been left for another life.
Did not even know it until,
They found them by the knife

This is for the girl,
Whose virginity was taken.
Forced upon her without a care,
And she is still a bit shaken.

This is for anyone,
Who wishes for the past.
Living off of memories,
Just hoping that they will last.

This is for death,
Just coming to take.
It is what is lived for,
But so many lives break.

This is for pain,
It is everywhere.
It comes and goes,
And just leaves despair.

Just remember you are not alone,
Everyone goes through bad things,
Even if their feelings are never shown.

This is for death and pain
January 5, 2005