Suicide

                               My mother always told me not to play with fire,

Not to get burned cause’ she cared,

My daddy always told me, that boys we’re good liars,

And that life was never fair.

 

My mother always told me laughter is the best med,

And that it helped us find our way through,

“Find positive things in a crazy world,” my dad always said,

When I was feeling blue.


My friend once said “it’s not just pain,”
when I sliced my arm,
and that there really “was no gain,”
and that it was “only harm.”

 

My best friend said “suicide isn’t good,”
and that it would hurt more than me,
but if that’s what I wanted, than I could,

And that she’d miss me dearly.

 

I decided against it when I heard my brother cry,

On the phone that night,

Because the same best friend had lied,

And her reasons were not right.

 

Then I understood the pain,

Pain of how to love and grow,

So I got lost, couldn’t see through the rain,

Since suicide was a no.

Author's Note

ignore slight grammar problems/issues if there ARE any.