As you enter the house
With a�beaten car in the
Gravel laid drive
You walk past the
Panicked, sobbing, effected
As you enter the room
You see it...
���� Hanging from the ceiling
��������� Bleeding on the sheets
�������������� Splattered on the walls
���� Limp extremities dangling like a silent wind chime
��������� A razor blade still in hand, moistened with blood
�������������� A cooling firearm, freshly used
You know that...
���� A twenty-five year old father, could no longer provide
���� for his newly formed family
��������� A sixteen year olds boyfriend, just broke up with her
�������������� A seventy year old male, is hiding from consequences
������������������� They all took the easy way out
They all bequeathed
On to survivors
���� Struggle alone to provide
��������� Wonder where they went wrong
�������������� Question if you really had something to hide from
Was it worth it...
���� To not look for a new job?
��������� To not move on, and to seek love again?
�������������� To cheat consequences?
Did you think about...
���� The first time you held your baby?
��������� Your family who loves you?
�������������� Your wife, children, and grandchildren who will miss you?
Did it make it easier on you to know...
���� Your son will grow up with out a father?
��������� Your parents will seal off your room?
�������������� Your family will remember you as a coward?