Christmas Casualty

A poem I wrote when I was 12...

She walks to school, a bulge under her top

Flinching whenever past her drives a cop

A gun stolen from her father's collection

Just another step in the wrong direction

No-one notices when she walks

No-one notices when she talks

They're all too involved in their godamn lives

They don't see her when she finally arrives

She takes her seat like she does everyday

Ignoring the comments of 'freak' and 'gay'

She knows what she is destined to do

To show them what they've put her through

So she pulls out the pistol, grasps the trigger

Points it at her head as eyes grow bigger

All the screams seem to come from a distance

Yet no-one tries to stop her, to show resistance

So she shuts her eyes, blows her brains out

She didn't have a chance to stop and doubt

And now her body lies still on the ground

With a bloody halo round her head like a crown

The saddest thing is no-one will remember

The suicide committed that fateful December

A christ-less Christmas to be had by all

Yet everyone will have forgot by fall

This poems for those contemplating suicide

For those who's hopes and dreams have died

All those who can't stand it anymore

Don't do what I did or who I did it for

You may think the easiest way out is in a hearse

But believe that and it will just get worse

Reach deep inside your hollow heart

Tear that thing of stone apart

This may just seem like a stupid rhyme

But it saved my life when you wouldn't save mine.

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[Treble]

Beautiful! Just beautiful!