His mother 'll yell
his father 'll drink,
his sister gives 'im hell,
'n his brother's a fink
'e walks to school,
wrought with dread,
'e wasn't 'cool',
as somebody said,
then came break,
lots 'o people 'round,
not much was at stake,
later tha' night 'e was found,
covered in blood,
cold as stone,
caked in mud,
dark and alone,
on summer's day,
'e was put in 'is box,
flowers lay,
'round him summer mocks,
enemies looked down in shame,
family frowned for show,
mindless reasons took the blame,
but what else was there to know?
'e took his life,
felt that was his right,
by the knife,
dead by twilight.
A/U: This one got me quite awhile ago. This is not my best work, but I decided that it was worth posting. Listen. If you have suspicions of depression about a friend, TELL SOMEONE! Being dead hurts more than getting helped.
