Bullet to the brain
We froze when we heard those words of pain
What was to be said?
Our friend, Damon was dead
Suicide is what was done
Why, he seemed the cheerful one.
If only I heard his desperate cry,
Then maybe my friend wouldn't have to die.
They say the words to him were mean,
Yet somehow they went unseen.
This wasnt supposed to be this way!
I still have nightmares about that day.
In the casket, you lie.
And all in all we really try,
To hold back our grieving tears,
I grab your frozen hanf to calm my fears.
The red roses and cards all around,
We place them in your casket with no sound.
The memories of you begin to stack.
Please, Damon, will you come back?
I wush we could have been better friend,
But now your gone and we must mend.
I want to let you know that you were awesome from the start.
And my friend, you had a good heart!
*I miss you*
