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by Scraps of Broken Memories Nov 28, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
It was 5 O'Clock in the morning and you hadn't slept all night you wanted to end it all just quit and lose the fight It was 5:30 in the morning and no one was around No one to wipe away your tears or pick you up off the ground It was 5:45 in the morning and you wrote your final letter telling all who read goodbye cause nothing would get better It was 5:55 in the morning you sat red eyed and stared wondering why you felt so alone and why nobody cared It was 6 O'Clock in the morning and you sat and hated life making more cuts on your arms carefully working your knife It was 6:30 in the morning When you took one pill then all Then that was it you took you final fall It was 6:36 in the morning And you laid down your head It was 6:37 in the morning and you were finally dead It was 10 o clock in the morning and there was a knock at the door Soon it opened wide Revealing you on the floor It was 10:38 in the morning The news was quickly spread I answered the phone and a voice said I'm sorry, your friend is...dead It was a Saturday morning When the funeral was held We all stood round your grave And tears began to weld And on that Saturday morning "he was a brother, son, and friend" some one had said, "and he was only 14, when he put his life To an end" We all knew what this mean As we stood there and cried We had known he took his life We knew it was suicide It was springtime them There were flowers all around And all we could do was cry As he was lowered into the ground With every tear stained face And in a flock of black Everyone left the grave yard For you there is no turning back Its only you and me now I just want you to know Ill always keep you in my heart But why'd you have to go I hope that you are happy now Where ever you may be Dear brother, son and my best friend We love you R.I.P