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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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