My Suicidal Friend
His favorite color is red
He was born in the spring
He’d send me beautiful flowers that he’d seen
His name means manly
He is all the things a girl could want
But there's a few problem
A couple of missing screws
He wants to end his life
And leave me all blue
He’s my baby you see
And that makes me sad
Also mad that i can't help him
Despite my pleas
He’s come up with a plan
On how to end his life
He’s told me this plan just once not twice
His fears are taking over him
And he says he doesn't want to go on
He’ll leave me all alone
If he decides to go
He feels guilty for things beyond his control
He's one of the strong people in my life
Stress piles up upon him
I fear for his life
A gun to the temple
You can't clean that up like dry rice
I’m helpless
But he says I’m great
He says it's not my fault,
That its for his own sake
Life is an escalator of problems and mess
And just like it goes up it also goes down
But when can we meet on common ground.
Right now I’m scared of the what ifs
And the future that is to come
He has a mother, a grandmother, a sister, a nephew, a niece
And other people that he’ll leave
I’ve tried to reason with him
Make him see that there is a way out
But now my eyes are all red
Red his favorite color
Red the color of blood
Oh my what have I done
I can picture the scenario playing out in my head
Him cocking the gun and saying silent goodbyes
What would his last words be to me?
“I’m sorry”
No hun I’m sorry because you deserve better
You deserve so much more than the cards you were dealt
Please just please stay with me
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