He walks in on them arguing,
They don't even notice.
He goes to his room to study,
But over the noise, it's hard to focus.
He sits on his bed,
Covering his eyes,
Thinking of his parents,
And how he covers up their lies.
He shuts his eyes,
And an involuntary tear falls.
He looks on his nightstand,
And there it calls.
He stares at the picture.
The one of them on his wall.
And then he decides to do it.
One shot then ends it all.
Hi! You are right one shot dose end it all but killing ones self is a 'PERMINENT SOLUTION TO A TEMPERARY PROBLEM! ! ', and should not be a solutiont at all. If one is having problems than they should talk to their parents about it for they are wise and will give you advise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is so sad how many people feel that this is the only solution they have. It breaks my heart.