Quickest Way To Transfer Pain
Henry sat in
His room staring at his
Ceiling thinking, that any man that
Thought exactly as he did
Ought to have his, head examined
Or be seekin, professional help,
But he could never convince himself
It was what he needed
so it never happen.
No matter how good
his good intentions had been
or how hard he tried to do his best
He always felt
in the eyes
Of his friends and family
He was less than average,
Couldnt lift his spirits
Or overcome the feelin
Of overwealmin sadness
That circled his mind
Like the indianapolis
Five hundred, he tried runnin
Away from his problems
And solve them, with expensive habits
That did extensive damage
To his mental facul-ties.
Definately didnt help his ass &
Forever felt trapped in his misery,
He quickly hatched his exit plan &
Accepted that his,
Life just wasnt worth tryin to salvage
So he convinced himself
he was gonna die that day
And fly away like Lenny Kravitz
To End the madness,
Because he believed, that Peace
Was only something death would grant him
So he went out and purchased a handgun,
went back to his room put the barrel in his mouth &
Clicked the hammer then pressed the trigger down&
Blew his brains out But when his family found him
Slumped down on them crimson sheets
The greif he had wasnt gone at all
it'd been passed along to all his peeps.
Suicide aint the answer mang
Its just the quickest way to transfer pain
Copyright © John Conde | Year Posted 2019
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