Suicide

Poem already on here, but it is a story now.

Suicide

He took the gun,

Held it up to his head,

He started thinking of all the good times he had,

He didn't really have any because he was neglected,

He didn't really have friends,

No one would care that he was gone,

He pulled the trigger,

And then he was gone,

His body lay lifeless,

Then someone finds him,

With the gun in his unmoving hand,

The person that found him,

Had a big crush on him,

And now he was gone.

This is a poem I wrote on a person that had committed suicide. (Considering that I am sixteen) I now know that more people I have known had committed suicide.

This what I think reflects why kids committe this crime. The neglect they recieve from thier parents. The way they think no one likes them.

The other way they could is if no one could help them. Their souls have been ripped out from their bodies and there will to live is gone.

I know I feel like this sometimes, but I think about all the people who would miss me...and the people that really love me.

Reviews

[Calypso]

It's funny hoe things can change, for the worse and better. PLUR (peace, love, unity and respect)