A suicide lullaby
Tracing his veins with a razor blade
He’s drifting back
He’ll just relax
His eyes will start to fade
Maybe the only good choice he has made
Making this a tool of trade
He holds his death at his fingertips
His heart rests in his palm
He can’t wait till I feel the calm
He knows he won’t be okay
His wrists have seen much better days
His ropes are tied
Tell his family that he tried
He doesn’t care
He can’t go nowhere
He’ll just sit and watch it hit the floor
Maybe He’ll make it to the door
Lately livings felt like such a chore
He waits for the light to leave his eyes
Giving his blank stare
No one at school knows he cries
They’ll feel bad cause he dies
The note said this is all they’re fault
But he’ll go on
Even though he’s gone