Posthumously
slitting your wrists in the rain
a clean start
washing your life down a storm drain
the world doesnt care
your parrents were never there
the anticipation of death subdued the pain
his watter-logged corpse litters the street
you thought they would say
yet her broken heart thought you ere sweet
your crystalized eyes
bring tears to countless lives
your mother and father have wept for weeks
blue flowers cover your grave
you were oblivious to all teh lives you touched
your secret peers mutter your name
you denied yourself happiness
by suffocating yourself with loneliness
if you hadnt been so blind
you wouldve seen you were one of a kind
and seen all teh lives you touched
why did you refuse to see
all those who offered a helping hand
and help set you free
from a life of self inflicted torment
countless nights your tears ran like a torrent
your reasons were irrational
seven days of paradise
the week youll never see
college acceptance, appolgies, her love for you she would tell twice
at the crossroads of life
every direction seemed filled with strife
so you chose to drop your pack and die
the way forward would have been a struggle
all those who cared for you would have helped you along the way
and your problems to juggle
twenty years down the road
would ahve been anything but cold
yet you chose not to take the risk
destroying lives
the same as murder
the easy way out through your eyes
if you had hindsight it would reveal
you living full of exuberant zeal
a shame there were no second chances in the game you played
