We think we have alot of time.
How much of this is true and false?
Sometimes the worlds not so kind,
and we suffer a great lose.
He thought he could not cope.
He let the days pass slowly.
In the end he found no hope.
The hurt and terrible memories were just too controlling.
He faked the smiles and played his cards right.
Friends and family were oblivious,
But the pain was held in so tight.
He was far from happiness.
He sat in his room craduling the gun.
Looking forward to the endless peace.
He looked out the window one last time admiring the sun.
He pointed the gun to his head and the bullet was released.
His little brother saw the dripping blood from the ceiling.
His mother breaks down from shock and pain.
Everyone will spend time healing,
and nothing will ever be the same.