Before this tale of woe is to begin,
They say to take your life is a sin.
You shall burn in the fires of hell,
Oh yes, through out our lives they reminded us well.
To the teachers who have embedded this into our brain,
"Do you really know what lies beyond the plain?"
David, not yet a man, just a teenage boy,
Who has lived most of his life without knowing joy.
He sits in the darkness of his room,
Just staring at the stars and the moon.
He can no longer endure the memories of his past,
"Dear, Lord, how much longer will this last?"
The inside of his mind has become a stage,
With memories of abandonment and rage.
David's stepfather was both judge and jury,
He would rule with fear and fist of fury.
Mommy always took her husband's side,
"Where am I to go with no place to hide."
When the time came his father passed away,
His Mother's love slowly drift astray,
Now feeling alone, she gave into the drink,
David once wanted her love, but now began to rethink.
It wouldn't take long for the contempt for his mother grew,
"I would rather have dad alive, that grave was meant for you."
Inside his heart he built a stone wall,
Until he saw Amanda, who's smile made the stones fall.
He never knew of such emotion,
He vowed to her true devotion.
Alas, the happiness would end when she traded his love for another,
"Last I heard, she is to be a mother."
As years went by, David would raise himself on his alone,
Eighteen with wounds that chilled the bone.
This once sweet boy grew into someone consumed with hate,
That will tonight seal his fate.
Friends warned him to let go of yesturday and live for tommorrow,
"What do they know? They can not feel my sorrow."
In David's desk is a gun.
He made up his mind, he would not see another sun.
Everyone he loved, he would lose,
His love to another, and his mom to the booze.
David went looking and found his mom drunk on the floor,
" I sure wont miss you, ya drunken *****."
He sat on his bed and began to shed tears,
Wondering why he couldn't be loved for all those years.
What was it about him that was so wrong?
If they couldn't love him, why string him along?
"If I am a burden to others," he scoffed,
"Then maybe without me they would be better off."
In a world where you feel no a soul loves or understands you,
There is no place to run and who would you to tell your troubles to?
He tried and tried alone to fix his broken heart,
To no avail, he was doomed right from the start.
Like all of us, in the end, he doesn't know what he shall find,
"What ever it is, it has to be better than losing my mind."
No longer will he wait, the time is now,
Will people miss him? To him it does not matter any how.
He held the gun in his hand and took a final breath,
With one pull of the trigger he invited sweet death.
His body lay cold as his soul was released,
"Oh my God, there I am on the floor deceased."
Suddenly everything around him disappeared,
"Ok, this is weird."
He was surrounded in black like a stormy night.
Then there in the distance there shined a light.
"I guess it is true what people have said,
There is a bright light after you are dead."
All of a sudden, visions of his life did appear,
"Am I living flashbacks again? What is going on here?"
The vision came through very quick,
What he saw, he thought it was a cruel trick.
The picture was like looking on a screen,
He saw himself when he was thirteen.
Lying on the bed, the boy was sobbing,
He has sprained his foot and the pain was throbbing.
A loving mother ran to his side,
Hugged and kissed him as he cried,
"I remember mom when she was so gentle,
That was until, the b itch went mental."
Now a new vision of Amanda, his only love,
It was the first time he saw her, his angel from above.
She looked his way and flashed a smile,
His heart was racing as if he ran a mile.
"I remember those were my happiest days,
But why show me this, she hurt me in so many ways."
The next thing he saw, he thougt it was a fake,
As he reluctantly watched his own wake.
Amanda and his mom sobbing in each others arms,
Saying how they will miss him and all of his charms,
"Oh, please do not give me that jive,
You should have thought about that when I was alive."
To his surprise, as tears fell from her eyes,
Amanda said," I have always loved you, David, I just did not realize."
As his mother kissed his coffin she cried,
"If only I would have told him how much I loved him he wouldn't have died."
David , cried these words," Could this be true? How can this be so?
It's to late now, Oh my God, I am dead!Oh God, Oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The moral of this story is very grim,
For David, it is to late for him.
In life, you must choose the right track,
If you go down this road there is no turning back.
In my life I have found,
No matter how hard life is, I must chose to turn it around.
I will never again try the easy way,
For I know it will get better someday.
So dear friends heed my advice,
Don't give up for any day can be another roll of the dice.
