Suicide and the Butterfly Boy

Suicide my untimely death I can no longer take another breath I feel empty inside No one hears my cries I do not know how to handle this It is not something that I can dismiss I used to be happy and kind But now just never mind I have just become a disguise For everyone’s eyes Would it be better off if I commit suicide...? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What is wrong with you! Just because you have the “blues?” And, what are we supposed to do If you follow through? Spend thousands of dollars to remove the rope Your dead body set free, leaving us with no hope What will happen to the family? Do we just step aside silently...? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My son is gone, you are in my dreams Every night it is always the same theme Beautiful mountains and scenery Amazing butterflies, I cannot believe You are just a little boy Maybe three or four Do not go, I say Please stay, please stay! So what do I do? I just open my eyes... To suicide. "Survivors of Suicide Contest" Holly Moore November 2012