Suicide Man
+20he sits in the room gun in his hand
why was he chosen
to be the suicide man?
brother may i take the gun
believe me, suicide
can’t be all that fun
this doesn’t have to be you’re only choice
stop raising you’re hand to you’re temple
put it down, and follow my voice.
but he said, he doesn’t agree
that he much rather fly
then stay here with me
he put the gun to his head
told me that he was sorry
and in a split second, he was dead
my first question, came in a cry
brother was i so horrible
that you had no choice but to die?
my last question, came in a plea
was it ever enough
to just have me?
but brother you chose the easy way out
suicide was you’re mission
and you followed through, no doubt
brother you gave a life of pain and drone.
but that wasn’t an excuse
to leave me alone.
brother let me explain in words of sorrow
where you travel.
i’ll always follow.
This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.
