His suicide

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
That 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 boy of faith, a wonderful friend
We love you R.I.P