Heard a word, suicide,
Not from one, but from thousands that tried.
The lawyers wife and the teenage brat,
One thing in common, they all wanted out.
And its plain to see.
It goes for you and it goes for me,
And all the screwed up little girls and boys
All thrown in without a choice.
But I heard him say,
"I want out,
No complaints and no doubts,
Just a chance to go on."
I heard a word, suicide,
And not from one, but from thousands that died.
Want some attention and a little less regret,
A teenage fluff, little threat.
And there are those, there are those who think
That drastic actions will make them unique.
Its really all the same,
That no ones happy and nobodys to blame.
And the moral to this story is old.
Its quite taboo, seldom told.
The seed is reaped before its sown,
A bad choice was never resolved.
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