Suicide Club
She wanted love
that he wouldn’t give
She cried and thought
“How can I live?”
There was a sullen boy
who believed
“If I’m gone others will be relieved.”
He feels not good enough
To much pain and other stuff
Then the old man
alone in a chair
sad blue eyes, grey hair
thinking “No one cares.”
Rocking, rocking, by the bed,
hand full of pills blue and red.
A father crying silently
listening to an old tune
A cigar and Jack Daniels
under a full moon
He will be long gone
before it reaches noon.
She who used to be a him
Pretty in her own way
Carl needed to become Kim
Disowned and rejected
by mommy and daddy Jim
Later she’ll be at the end of her rope
attached to a tree limb
A dead girl
with a needle in her arm
Was so innocent once
She grew up on a farm
but the simple life
somehow lost it’s charm
Each in their own way
arrived at this place
Wanting to disappear
without a trace
Time took its toll
lonely occupies this space.
A lie without an answer
different stories to trace.
A sad secret behind every face.
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