Thursday, November 6, 2008

Suicide Risk

Heart pounding
Pulse rising
Thoughts finally unclouded

He can see the end in sight
The light at the end of the tunnel is bright
The scent of death was never more inviting

The creaking door opens
It's cocked and at the ready
His chum enters as normal
Unaware of the events yet to come

"You're the only person who ever cared about what I did"
"What are you talking about dude?"
"I just wish my parents would see me the way you do"
"What?"
"Goodbye"




Goodbye

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