R.I.P Bianca

You put the gun to your head Cocked it, now you're dead Such a life to go to waste Such devastation you faced You were the best of people; jolly and kind But no one saw what lurked behind Mom's gun seemed to be your new best friend the only thing to make your pain end The shots rang out No one would know what this was about People cried; people mourned Suddenly our lives were torn Its too late for you to return You made it your turn You thought there was no one there This pain was too high of a burden to bare So you took an alternative to breathing You took the option of leaving No longer here Only grief runs through these tears What a gift it would be to hug you again What a gidt it would be to see my friend