You are bleeding out red.
see that boy over on the dock?
that boy is my friend.
my friend is now dead.
he has a gun wound in his head.
the gun is lying right in his motionless left hand.
his face is ghostly pale.
i do not want to go out to sail the seas.
oh please come back to me.
the boy is fearless now that he has gone.
all the teasing has made him come with this solution:
suicide.
he was so misled.
my friend had so much going for him. but all the ridicule he was fed made him tired and so he shot himself in the head.
my friend is my ex-boyfriend.
we had some great times together. now it is all gone.
all that's left has faded away in the fog.
i support his bleeding head in my arms.
i caress his face with my shaking uncontrolable hands.
i hold his hand and feel his cold deadly hand.
i wish i could've been there for him.
i wish i could've take him by the hand and tell him everything will be alright.
i cry at the sight of my long time friend.
i wonder what happened in his life, that made him to come to this.
was it him being misunderstood, or having me not be by him?
this boy is cold and has no more will.
i just want to lie by him and stare at his liquidly, beautiful eyes that i once fell in love with.
and i always will love the way the smiled,
the way he laughed and how he kissed my lips when i was sad.
now i pay him back a favor.
a favor he will never feel.
i lie by him, and die the same way as he did....
