Why did you do it.
Why did you leave us.
You've torn us apart,
with a shot in your heart.
Its too late now,
historys been written,
forever engraved,
like the words you have saved.
Its your face that she see,
when she sleep each night,
She feels like she's there,
and its a feeling she shares.
You've fallen in battle,
like an old worn-out rattle.
Or were you just mad,
at all of the world,
head filled with hatred,
head clouded with doubt.
And couldn't take it at all,
thinking your life as so small.
So you ended it early,
not thinking of us,
or the pain you have cost.

*I wrote this for a friend know knows someone who comitted suicide...he
wrote "i love you (gilrs name who i wont say)" on the pistol and
shot himself through the heart*
 
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